Sky Harbor

Come alive on the driver's side,
So close I taste your breath;
Your lips go dry, but they're sweet inside.
Wine must go right to your head.
It'd be easy if you get mad,
But three fingers point back to you.
We could stay here, stay out all night.

No one will know us and the moonlight.

Gwendolyn Pierce Kennedy Brock Janine White
Title & Lyric Credit: Jimmy Eat World