The Church - Heading South lyrics

The wind in the wireless Smell of the neon Rustle our papers Starlight broke down Alone in the backseats Rain on the windshield Face in the rain drops Mist rolling in We're heading south We're heading south again We're heading south Heading south again Lightning is frozen TV's gone haywire The traffic on Broadway The sound of the moon Golden impression This certain explosion The price of a ticket Beating a drum We're heading south Heading south again We're heading south Heading south again Romeo vacuum Cyrillic adaption Smooth application Tomorrow vision Ending abruptly I stop for a moment Possible outcome Rational thought We're heading south We're heading south again We're heading south Heading south again