Broken Radio Lyrics

Traffic lights turning yellow:
A kiss and a slap on the roof.
Traffic lights turning yellow:
A kiss and a slap on the roof.
Traffic lights turning yellow:
A kiss and a slap on the roof.
Traffic lights turning yellow:
A kiss and a slap.

I taught you that superstition
Driving downtown
With the windows down.

Late at night, talking over
A broken radio.
And i kiss my fingers,
And our single headlight
Winks out for the last time.
We talk about
The last time it felt right to make out.

And i'm certain, if i drive into those tress,
It'd make less of a mess
Than you've made of me.