Heavenward Grand Prix
Japandroids
3:55Passport, past life, a drifter's demons Alone, lost, and fast running out of reasons For not falling in with the Foreign Legion (Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na) Cold, kicking the can around town one evening Streets all abandoned, bars barely breathing A whirlwind, a woman, and a famous feeling (Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na) A cool, hard beauty, christened with composure Boots, skirt, blouse, shawl over her shoulders Skin soft, lips colored crimson clover (Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na) A slow-burning sermon to have and hold her But ever since she started sleeping over Oh, Lord, I'm living like a holy roller (Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na) A red ammo romance in the summer heat In parks, on patios, and in the streets Our mission, making moments into memories (Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na) And when winter's off the leash and on the loose We ward off the weather with a witch's brew Of dominoes and prose and Delta blues (Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na) (Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na) (Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na) (Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na) (Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na) And no known drink, no known drug Could ever hold a candle to your love And no known drink, no known drug Could ever hold a candle to your love And no known drink, no known drug Could ever hold a candle to your love And no known drink, no known drug Could ever hold a candle to your love