Verse 1 White ribbon holding up a midnight sky Riding in the backseat while the pines drift by Everybody says she’s pretty when she doesn’t speak Like silence is a language that belongs to me Window catching ghosts in the afternoon Summer hangs around like cheap perfume Got a whole constellation hiding underneath my skin No one’s looking close enough to let me in Mama says, “Don’t look so sad…” But sadness wears expensive black And I’ve been practicing forever How to disappear without leaving I was born with cinema inside my veins Driving through America beneath the rain Every town’s another promise that forgets my name Still I wear it like a diamond anyway If somebody loved me, they were always passing through Like highway lights that only teach the dark what not to do I keep the windows open though the cold comes rushing in Maybe something beautiful knows where I’ve been Later on my hair fell down around my shoulders Everyone got older, I just learned composure Plaid shirt, little gold around my neck Trying to look fearless with a heart that wouldn’t rest Counting all the cracks inside the ceiling paint Dreaming of the City from another state If freedom has a face, I swear I’ve seen her once She looked back at me before she disappeared Maybe I belong to all the roads I never chose To diners after midnight and forgotten Broadway shows To lipstick on a cigarette To prayers I never finished To girls who grow up too fast Who spend forever trying to bring them back I was born with cinema inside my veins Making saints from ordinary Saturdays Learning every beautiful thing eventually fades But somehow leaves its color anyway So if you see me driving with the windows rolled back Don’t ask me where I’m going—I was never good at that I’m just following a feeling older than my name Trying to find the girl who looked away… …before the world could make her stay ….with a cinema inside my veins
