| Verse |
| G | |
| When the | streetlights come on, |
| G/E | Am | |
| the | pooling light is leveed aside |
| C/E | G/E | |
| And pressed in twil | ight against our two rooms | . |
| D/F# | |
| I'll see you ton | ight. |
| G | G/E | |
| The pavement is ac | hing, cicadas are cry | ing, |
| Am | C/E | |
| the wine-colored | air breathing thoughts through your | hair, |
| G/E | D/F# | |
| breezing to | me, leading me the | re... |
| Cborus |
| G/E | G/C | G | D/F# | |
| I come ali | ve as the shadow | s parade | . |
| G/E | G/C | G | D/F# | |
| My hot summer blo | od comes in flood | s and in waves | . |
| G/E | G/C | G | D/F# | G/C | |
| Curbside confessi | ons, | no longer | afraid | of what you'll say. |
| ***Same progression continues through song. |
| Verse |
| And I find you, twilit beyond all the cars. |
| In driveways they sleep, but streetlights will keep watch over me. |
| They flickers like stars. |
| And now the secrets carefully kept inside run the streets red, |
| Our chemicals spread, washing us through, making you mine... |
| Cborus |
| I come alive as the shadows parade. |
| My hot summer blood comes in floods and in waves. |
| Curbside confessions, no longer afraid of what you'll say. |
| Break |
| Verse |
| Now there are no words, only the glow in our wires. |
| And so we will be, you turn slow to me... |
| Our lips set the sun... (I'll never leave you...) |
| The hills are on fire... Oh... |
| Cborus |
| I come alive as the shadows parade. |
| My hot summer blood comes in floods and in waves. |
| Curbside confessions, no longer afraid of what you'll say. |