Devi:
The car stereo is your microphone
I laughed at you in your lowest low
Cos you move your lips but the song won't hold
No I won't cut your hair but I can't keep the knots out

Rook:
Chaos and hope
In the metal halide glow
Feeling freer than I've ever known
Why is this what it takes to feel like I'm in control?
And in the tangle of these lives
Does it matter if we try
When the brightest parts of the past
Never look like a straight line?

Devi:
And the stereo connects right back to the mic
I think I liked you better still alive
I didn't expect in my dreams we'd still fight
But I shoulda known and
And the highway connects to the road
Like the car was a part of your soul
That I'm sure by now your mom sold

The car stereo is her microphone
She's a better singer than I ever was
And we move our lips but our song won't hold
No I won't cut my hair but I can't keep the knots out