in love with...

A silent conversation
No words cause there's no need
We let the tapes mix up the years
And press repeat and press repeat

The trunk is filled with records
And books and tears and clothes
I'm smiling on the surface
I'm scared as hell below

And the rear view could picture
What we leave behind
Drive darling, drive darling,
Drive darling, drive darling, drive

Good morning freedom
Good night lullabies
Drive darling, drive darling,
Drive darling, drive darling, drive

And when we arrive
The hardest of goodbyes
You will dry my eyes
Somehow you're always by my side
The one who holds my kite
And watches over all my flights

(BOY - Drive Darling)

 

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soap-bubbles, sparklers and smiling musicians.

-BOY-

tepid summer-eve , rising soap bubbles and glowing sparks at an unforgettable concert.

summer begins.

 

BOY - July (Live)

first.