I'll Rust With You - Steam Powered Giraffe

I’m sittin' there by the girl with the golden hair

Ruby lips, a poppin' gum, an electric stare

Dashboard lights glowing red and the moonlight catching on her pretty head

Black leather lace, belt buckle grease

In my white Cadillac, may it rust in peace

On a yellow dying lawn, while the radio plays a crackling song

I’ll rust with you

I’ll rust with every one of you

Nostalgic nights

Have got me feelin' it’s all

Gone (gone, gone) to rust

It’s all gone (gone, gone) to rust

Swing skirt, fishnets and a broken dream

Blue petrol flame makes the Jukebox scream

The cool cats all there are crying, 'cause the records are all burnt and dying

Leopard high tops lift into the sky

Fingerless gloved hands pulling me to fly

In the winter cold she kisses, and vanishes despite my wishes

I’ll rust with you

I’ll rust with every one of you

Nostalgic nights

Have got me feelin' it’s all

Gone (gone, gone) to rust

It’s all gone (gone, gone) to rust

Baby don’t keep me waiting

On this memory

The years and tears have gone and turned you

Into what you see

It’s all gone

To rust

The malt shop’s a derelict skeleton

The disco’s dead and the hop is done

The raves are flickering out, and your future flings follow en route

Let’s drive the Cadillac into the sea

It’s got transmission in my memory

Reminiscing in a retrograde will fuel our pointless escapade

I’ll rust with you

I’ll rust with every one of you

Nostalgic nights

Have got me feelin' it’s all

Gone (gone, gone) to rust

It’s all gone (gone, gone) to rust