RED SMOKE

Back in the day when we used to run
From the cops and the loaded guns
You tried your balance on the train tracks that once
Dark corners of the bar were a second home
You were such a jukebox queen then
You light up the shadows when left alone, yeah
We run, we chase, we’re lost
The guiding lights of the boulevard
Red smoke, cheap sex
Fireworks light at the flick of a cigarette
We run, we chase, we’re lost
The guiding lights of the boulevard
Red smoke, cheap sex
Fireworks light with the flick of a cigarette
Back in the day when we used to fight
Make up to Springsteen all night
No clothes, just skin
What a sight, yeah
We run, we chase, we’re lost
The guiding lights of the boulevard
Red smoke, cheap sex
Fireworks light at the flick of a cigarette
We run, we chase, we’re lost
The guiding lights of the boulevard
Red smoke, cheap sex
Fireworks light with the flick of a cigarette
Red smoke, cheap sex
Fireworks light with the flick of a cigarette
Back in the day when we used to shine
Back in the day when we used to shine
Back in the day when we used to shine
Back in the day when we used to-
We run, we chase, we’re lost
The guiding lights of the boulevard
Red smoke, cheap sex
Fireworks light at the flick of a cigarette
We run, we chase, we’re lost
The guiding lights of the boulevard
Red smoke, cheap sex
Fireworks light with the flick of a cigarette
Red smoke, cheap sex
Fireworks light with the flick of a cigarette
We run, we chase, we’re lost
We run, we chase, we’re lost
We run, we chase, we’re lost
We run, we chase, we’re lost
Red smoke cheap sex
Fireworks light at the flick of a cigarette
Red smoke cheap sex
Fireworks light at the flick of a cigarette