the killers kill.

blonde hair blowing in the summer wind. a blue-eyed girl playing in the sand.

i was new in town, the boy with the eager eyes.

saw Cinderella in a party dress, but She was looking for a nightgown.

change came in disguise of revelation, set his soul on fire

some kind of slick chrome American Prince, a blue jean serenade , finds a convenient streetlight, steps out of the shade- He says something like, "You and Me, Babe, how about it?"

a Dustland fairytale beginning- or just another white trash county kiss-

Miss Atomic Bomb, making out, We got the radio on,

and when i look back on those neon nights, the leather seat, the passage rite, I feel the heat, I see the light…

Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start
And i bet and You exploded in my heart

these changes ain't changing me- the gold-hearted boy i used to be

another head aches, another heart breaks i'm so much older than i can take

he's with the hippie in the park
coming over the dark
just trying to get some of that-little-girl-play

i wanna shine on in the hearts of men, i wanna mean it from the back of my broken hand

a teenage rush, She said, “Ain't we all just Runaways?