Monthly Archives: September 2013


Sit beside me, honey,
and let down you hair.
I have a bag full of cash
and a case of wine
in the back so grab a bottle
cos we have seven hard hours to go.
And did you remember
the matches like I asked?

We’ll head north and then west
and we won’t need a map
cos I know the roads
like my lips know your skin.
So baby, wind down
your window and sing
to the fucking stars
cos we ain’t ever coming back.

But first, keep the motor running.
Tonight we leave nothing behind.