Sprawled out in the back seat of the car
Head back,
Eyes stare out there,
Pitch black now,
The rain hits the windows,
Pressing your hand against the glass,
As you rest against me making it last,
And we drive,
We drive;
Abandoned railway flooded where we meet,
Headon collision dining carriage leather seats,
And it rains like the sky has cracked,
Wash this town away,
While we park and wait,
Engine purring,
I don't believe in fate,
Buckle up for another ride,
As we wait for the water to subside. |
