11 acessos
Brake lights, in two infinite rows, converge in a line
Disguised as the way home
Ignoring your signs
I idealized in my mind, it's why
You slipped right through my fingers
New life poured out of your lungs
A simple idea, but spoken in tongues
That I'll try hard to decode
While passing the time on the infinite drive
Back to the place you came to arbitrarily refer to
As the center of the start
I'll be back in your heart
Better get used to the concept
You slipped right through my fingers
The signs say nothing at all
And time, I watch it slow to a crawl
The signs might be a lie
But for you, well
I'll drive and drive and drive and drive and drive