Carnival lights on her skin, I watch all your shadows hit the tree's as I hide under your stairs. The smell that the blacks release as we light them staring up at a street light at the end of your girl friends street. Maggy may playing while we speed, Your hair wild, the wrist with the evil eye bracelet swipes it away. Your parents want you home by ten, but we'll add gas to the campfire any how. I'll drive your car I know you don't want to, Just keep talking. The worlds coming to end but we haven't left my bed, I cant see through the clouds that keep changing colors from the fire works we cant see, but follow the august symphony. The summer heats about to turn cold, I smell the leaves already things will never be this good, yeah things will never be that good.