Beezlebub

All the people are blinded
By the Beezlebubs
That sleep in our pockets
When the sun
Kisses the sky
Open up your mind
And peel back them eyelids

You take the weight off my shoulder
I'll hold the bags on your cheekbones
Me, my car, the road
Your voice is taking me home

No more phones
No more
No more phones
No more

Why do you got to be older?
Why won't you write down my number?
She's headed off this September
I'll take my chances in Denver

No more phones
No more
No more phones
No more