Текст песни Radio Song - Justin the Flora God

If we could tell a story in Polaroids
Of sex and drugs and rock and roll
Then would we fill the quiet between the noise
With both of our voices in stereo, c'mon

No plan, your car, my cash
Our radio song, runaway in the dash
No plan, your ride, our passage
Through motels and diners in picturesque movie romance

I don't really fuck with the paranoia
Of finding a way through our youth
Rain on me, rain on me, what can I do
But enjoy going ghosting with you

No plan, your car, my cash
Our radio song, runaway in the dash
No plan, your ride, our passage
Through motels and diners in picturesque movie romance

Now we just rock and we roll

No plan, your car, my cash
Our radio song, runaway in the dash
No plan, your ride, our passage
Through motels and diners, motels and diners

No plan, your car, my cash
Our radio song, runaway in the dash
No plan, your ride, our passage
Through motels and diners in picturesque movie romance