Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Eighteen coming like thunder
Platinum bangs and you wonder
Driving high on the cliffside
Black rocks bared by the low tide
[Verse 2]
Vapor girl, the hissing car
Barely veils your fleet of stars
Palm on kerosene lantern
You curled soft as a kitten
Hitch hike over the passes
You queen of cutting classes
[Verse 3]
Vapor girl, the hissing car
Vapor girl, the hissing car
Barely veils your fleet of stars
[Verse 4]
Crossing north to the island
Your ringed fingers in my hand
Puppet strings over Coltrane
At the twins in the grey rain
[Verse 5]
Vapor girl, the hissing car
Vapor girl, the hissing car
Barely veils your fleet of stars
Written by: Brisa Roché, Nick Zinner
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