Teksty: Gosling. Here Is.... Stealing Stars.

Let's reload all of your guns tonight and shoot all the stars out of the sky, you'll be Bonnie. I'll be Clyde, and decorate your room with all the lies.

So what, do you think there's a chance? Is there time for romance while we outrun the cosmic police? Can we put up a fight; can we drive though the night? I don't know.

Let's hitch a ride ona constellation train and stick up every bank along the way. I'll fall in love with everything you say and pretend that everything's okay.

So what, do you think there's a chance? Is there time for romance while we outrun the cosmic police? Can we put up a fight; can we drive though the night? I don't know.

Bullets gliding past as we getaway, under the calm of the moonlight. Reds and blue are painting the vacant sky. Looks like we've made our escape. We're okay.

Let's keep all of these secrets to ourselves and lock'em up inside the darkest well, and pray that the sky won't ever tell the story of the night the stars all fell

(Thanks to Stephanie for these lyrics)