You call me up late
Trying to tempt fate
It dives and sinks low
A crime that has no
Witnesses to speak
Out on what they see
When you fall down
Wanna fall
I can't help but meet you on the
On the
Holding on to one last hope
Holding on to what you know
I have nothing left to see
Everyone wants a piece of me
Everyone wants a piece of me
Driving through the night
Asking for a light
I lock eyes with you
Our little rendezvous
We walk through the haze
Different types of shades
In-N-Out we go
Learning how to know
When you have it just to have it
Does it really make it all that low
Holding on to one last hope
Holding on to what you know
I have nothing left to see
Everyone wants a piece of me
Everyone wants a piece of me
Come on somebody
Cutting through the crowd
Between the valley sound
It twists and turns uphill
All hail the tourist thrill
Climbing all the way to the
Climbing all the way to the
Climbing all the way to the
Climbing all the way to the top
The top