Worn Out Passport - The Copyrights

I wanna die with a worn out passport

In the pocket of stolen jeans

On a beach somewhere I’ve never been before

Full of people I’ve never seen

And I want my body filled with

More alcohol than blood

Don’t take this as self destructive

Because this wish is filled with love

So we drank and talked for hours

About the places you wanna go

I suggested every country in the world

And I never heard a 'no'

You could never look like a tourist

I might as well have maps unraveled

I wanna die with a worn out passport

And I don’t really like to travel

Whoa, Whoa

I wanna die with a worn out passport (Whoa)

I wanna die with a worn out passport (Whoa)

I wanna die with a worn out passport (Whoa)

I wanna die with a worn out passport (Whoa)

Whoa-oh