Where the Lights Go Cold

We live for static on the screen,
We just need one more night.
And I don't wanna dance alone, underneath the broken chrome.
Take my hand, forget the phone,
We're flying where the lights go cold.
Where the lights go, where the lights go cold.
We're burning up, but we're made of gold,
So hold me close before I'm old.
And love me where the lights go cold.
Silence cuts like a diamond in the backseat of the cab.
I know by morning we'll be strangers,
But this is all we ever had.
Say my name like it's the last time,
Don't look back at the sunrise.
We're just ghosts inside the Wi-Fi.