Breathe
With the windshields
And car wheels
And chemicals
Uncomfortable and cold
There'll be time for the sorry
Tomorrow
Tomorrow

These are the best intentions
Of Suburban Legends

Dallase, let me know
If you're there, you need to say so
If the road's on the rise,
Dallase will be the saddest satellite

Bleed
Tears of red, blue and green
That kind of fall
Is complicated

Angels of California,
More than enough to warn you,

Dallase, let me know
If you're there, you need to say so
And if the road's on the rise,
Dallase will be the saddest satellite

Say so,
If the road
Will be your breath
Tonight

Dallase, let me know
If you're there, you need to say so
If the road's on the rise,
Dallase will be the saddest satellite

Wheels are weapons
Feed the fuel lines
Streets are breathing
Streets are breathing