Midnight, You come and pick me up, no headlights A long drive, Could end in burning flames or paradise You're dripping like a saturated sunrise You're spilling like an overflowing sink You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye And I got that red lip classic thing that you like And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style Everything is grey [Alternative version:] Everything was grey His hair, his smoke, his dreams His hair, his smokes, his dreams And now he's so devoid of color He don't know what it means Doesn't know what it means And he's blue