Kira Doesn´t Care About Anything, She´s A Nihilist

Kira Doesn´t Care About Anything, She´s A Nihilist

Day At The Fair, A
(album: No Lights On Weldon)

We drove down Reseda,
in the car as I drove you home,
listened to love songs on the radio,
I bought all those records,
just so I´ll remember you,
in the arms of someone new

Tell me that you felt it too,
tell me that you felt it too

It´s nights like this I feel alive,
when every sentence we make is a promise,
holding arms up to this sky,
like every breath that we´re taking is perfect

We woke up to feelings,
painted grass, and ringing phones,
and a brand new song on the radio,
spinning worn out records,
every word pertains to you,
believing every line is true

It´s nights like this I feel alive,
when ever word that I say comes out perfect,
watch my fingers touch my smile,
and ever breath that we take was well worth it

And I´ve lived out my whole life,
to feel the way I did that night

These arms are so open tonight

It´s nights like this we are alive,
when every breath that take is a promise,
a million stars light up this sky,
and every day of our lives are now worth it, we´re so worth it