Look past the grey hairs
That add a silver lining to your stare
And trace the lines on my face
Sometimes we aren't getting any older
We just warm up to the smolder
Sometimes this place feels misplaced

Sometimes we're dreaming together
With each other, whatever
Forever in ashes and grins
Then there's a pause in reaction
So go the laws of attraction
An eruption, of sorts, at wit's end

This feeling's a force of nature
Without nomenclature
We're melting in hot city rain
Hot as a tin roof
Dryer than vermouth
These are feelings we both entertain

Shaved by the metal of the red moonlight
Everybody's on the run on a doomsday night
Pompeii's for lovers, that's what we heard 'em say