Žodžiai dainai: Gold Motel. Fireworks After Midnight.

Once we were careless kids on the Fourth of July.
While we watched the fireworks, twenty years went by.
First you're laughing, then you cry.

Fireworks are almost over; it's after midnight.
One last time, pull me closer after midnight.

Backseat in a foreign town lost between the lights,
fingerprints on the window, we put fingerprints on the sky
First we reveal, then we disguise.

Fireworks are almost over; it's after midnight.
One last time, pull me closer after midnight.

Now I'm yours but, one day soon, it will be otherwise
All your love won't be enough. I have realized
fireworks are almost over; it's after midnight.
One last time, pull me closer after midnight.
First you're laughing, then you cry.