I wanna die with a worn out passport
In the pocket of stolen jeans

On a beach somewhere I've never been before
Full of people I've never seen

And I want my body filled with

More alcohol than blood

Don't take this as self destructive

Because this wish is filled with love

So we drank and talked for hours

About the places you wanna go

I suggested every country in the world
And I never heard a 'no'
You could never look like a tourist
I might as well have maps unraveled
I wanna die with a worn out passport
And I would really like to travel
Whoa, Whoa

I wanna die with a worn out passport
I wanna die with a worn out passport
I wanna die with a worn out passport
I wanna die with a worn out passport