Love, keep your eyes on the road 'Cause when I stare all I see Is two foggy windows to a lost soul And maybe, maybe it's all my fault That it's so quiet on the drive home
Babe, can I build my home in your mind? A disheveled maze, constellated and intertwined But somehow, my favorite kind And my favorite view When it untangles in the moonlight
Darlin', we're getting older In less than eight months You'll wash tear stains off of your shoulder And drenched in alcohol and conceit The cold-bloodеd bodies quick on their feet Will tell you how to еarn your stripes And you'll be listening while I sit here with glistening eyes As the stripes on my back chip and dry You won't be listening to my cries Anymore
Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh
And we'll be two pieces of driftwood Floating in a sea of missed calls and excuses And your home will change into four walls and a mini fridge Instead of four limbs and lips to kiss But for now the night is young And you are here and snow patrol just came on the radio So, darling, let's take Darling, let's take the long way home
Compositor: Nicole Zefanya Chng ECAD: Obra #35725760