Polaroid Static (TOP) v1

Title: Polaroid Static (Intro - Bright, jangly electric guitar riff with a warm, pulsing bassline and steady drum groove) (Verse 1) Fluorescent lights in a corner store We’ve bought this same cheap coffee here before You’re talking loud just to drown out the hum Of a twenty-four-hour kingdom coming undone We got our sneakers stuck in the melted snow Got nowhere better that we need to go Just watching hours loop on a cracked phone screen Living somewhere in-between (Chorus) And the world keeps spinning while we’re standing still Chasing down ghosts on a Beverly hill With our pockets full of quarters and a pocketful of doubt Yeah, we’re burning out the candles just to figure it out Oh, Polaroid static on the dash We’re turning all our memories to ash (Verse 2) You roll the window down for the midnight air Tangled up in vinyl and the neon glare We found a cassette tape from nineteen-ninety-four Static on the stereo, we don't talk much more There’s a comfort in the silence when the road gets long Like we’re the only characters inside this song And every streetlamp looks like a quiet star Watching how foolish we are (Chorus) And the world keeps spinning while we’re standing still Chasing down ghosts on a Beverly hill With our pockets full of quarters and a pocketful of doubt Yeah, we’re burning out the candles just to figure it out Oh, Polaroid static on the dash We’re turning all our memories to ash (Bridge - Guitars swell with a fuzzy, distorted overdrive; drums build to a heavy, driving floor-tom beat) And if the morning comes and washes us away If we don't recognize a single word we say I wouldn’t change a second of the neon glow Or the places that we swore we’d never go! No, I wouldn’t trade the shadow of the things we missed For any other life than this! (Guitar Solo - Melodic, shimmering, reverb-drenched indie rock riff) (Chorus) And the world keeps spinning while we’re standing still Chasing down ghosts on a Beverly hill With our pockets full of quarters and a pocketful of doubt Yeah, we’re burning out the candles just to figure it out Oh, Polaroid static on the dash We’re turning all our memories to ash (Outro - Instruments strip back down to the opening jangly guitar loop and a soft, lingering bass note) Just Polaroid static... On the dash. Yeah, turning it to ash. (Fade out on a single ringing guitar chord)