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Pillows over your head, scared your thoughts might seep through doors
Loud as your creaking hard-wood floors that give you away
And know today i saw a beat up car. it had rusted on the roof like yours
Had no reflection through the back seat window. i started to shake
I started to
We spread our tracks across the lawns outside our homes, both driving by when
no one’s home, when it’s too late
If ever there were a cause for drift, i’d swear it to be the land or air,
because accounting for all that space between us would make it seem like we
don’t care. no, but we still care
If ever there were a cause for drift i’d swear it to be the land or air,
because accounting for all that space between us would make it seem like we
don’t care. no, but we still care
(Merci à Talleux pour cettes paroles)