Текст песни Broken Radio

traffic lights turning yellow: a kiss and a slap on the roof. I taught you that superstition driving downtown with the windows down. late at night, talking over a broken radio. and I kiss my fingers, and our single headlight winks out for the last time. we talk about the last time it felt right to make out. and I'm certain, if I drive into those trees, it'd make less of a mess than you've made of me.