Coca-cola in glass bottles, empty fields and real super models
Drives in the dark, in the sun, all day, on the run
We are forever young.
Chasing, racing, waiting...
Rust coloured fields, empty nights, bright red lips,
Friday night denim on our hips
Spending all your time dreaming, chasing the oceans Desert moon, sixties soft focus photos and love potions
Living while we have the chance, all our problem we forgot...
This is what makes me a WILDFOX