We're riding to death tonight, brother,
drop two in the sawed-off and
punch that gas through the city,
I need the neon night to splash
against the car with wind tearing
through our hair, through our clothes.

Because we've got blood on our hands,
knives still pushing through our backs.

But a song carries me to her tonight,
she doesn't know I'll be saying goodbye.

And as we tear through the streets, 
time can't be on our side anymore
and I have a call to make,
I have so much more to say.

We screech to a full stop,
the ocean whispering nearby,
moon glittering on black Miami waters,
the phone shaking in my tired hands.

This is where she and I first met,
I don't know if she remembers it
in the same way that I do,
we were so young and full of light.

And even though she knew 
that men like me can be monsters,
can be liars and cold reapers,
she still pressed me to her bare breast,
hearing the only kind of thunder
that didn't send chills through my bones.

Our breath steaming in the night breeze
and I was still nestled so deep inside,
my name only sounded beautiful as it
passed through her trembling lips,
and I didn't yet know we made a life there,
we were so damn young back then.

I needed to know if it was real,
the way we were before.
if what tethers us goes past 
all the times I've hurt you,
all the times I had to be 
someone else to do the right thing.

"It was.....you bet it was."

That's all I need to know.

Even if I had so much more to say.

And a silence hovers after I hang up,
the wind sweeps through 
and the engine revs again,
calling me like a knowing siren.

We're riding to death tonight, brother,
clutch that loaded sawed-off and
make this beast scream through our city,
I need the neon night to just paint us 
in glows we may never see again,
let it tear through our skin, through our hearts.

Because we've got scores to settle
contracts already signed in our blood.

But a song drew me to her tonight,
she didn't know that I was saying goodbye.