A perfect day, projected on the freeway In this cocoon of bliss now Surely I can make it stay It's just were falling for some good times, baby yes I know right I love the kitschy walls here, the bartender sure seems nice But you should Hold tight, to something when it feels right Just one quick thing I'll mention. before it slips my mind There's a solipsistic nightmare, perhaps is starting to unwind Oh no wait i'm only joking, this karaoke malaise Miming on the dance floor, like it's the good old days Hey look, is that blondtron? I think this place haunted By our future selves who thought they knew just what the wanted And they're saying we should run And they're saying we should run And they're saying we should run Hold tight, to something when it feels right Like a ghost between your fingers, I'll evaporate yet stay And they're saying we should run And they're saying we should run A marxist entertainer, looking into startups You drift into the occult, thought maybe that's where God was We can be ourselves here, baby that's the problem This altar boy repenting, but not for what you're thinking Oh what a perfect setting, such a perfect weekend For you to run