Late Night Call Lyrics

Late night call. Cold rush of disbelief

Long, black hours. There's a tale and the echoing

But there's no sleep where there's unease

We depart with the sun burning in the east

Make our home, in a way, across the street

Shotgun ride to the wreck and the rust and the broke down scene

Where we take photos, pack like thieves

Cold blown air on a hot, still summer body