when we turn heads
and words
twisted upside down
hanging around for the last sound:
all you have to do
your voice says my name these days
with a little
something special
and i smile -
for hours
and hours
and hours
on end
i'm driving into the light now, into a sunset
so i'm chasing it, and you're chasing me,
and baby, can't you see?
that maybe, all we can be
are our own last words:
all you have to do
2 comments:
we never did a sunset drive in your convertible with the top down
and
now
it's
freeeeezing
this one is really really good
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