I couldn't go out because of all the things i've done. I stayed up all night watching ghosts drip from the dawn.

I was in the back of my car sleeping in the sunshine, polaroids and drinking red wine, sleeping in the sunshine.

I couldn't go out, her hair is highway stripe yellow. And i'm stuck in her head like fingerprints on a murder.

Oh, people can be so cold, you know I cried when Burn Piano Island, burned, these days all my lightning bolts are lightning bold.

Y'know, Jaguar Love shreds your head and Jaguar Love would rather be alive than dead, and Jaguar Love would rather be gold than platinum, and Jaguar Love would rather be a dance party than an album, and everybody shiver, shiver, shiver...