28 Juni 2012

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




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