Sunday Drive

Sunday drive
Like we always used to do
Park the car in the panoramic view
I stayed inside while you photographed the lake
Pretend to drive I pulled the parking brake
Felt like time was standing still
Sun was poring on the hill
And I weightless in the air
Floating far away from here
Tires turn and slowly crush the ground
I still hear a terrifying sound
I search for help and meet my mother’s eyes
She stares back completely paralysed
Felt like time was standing still
Sun was poring on the hill
And I weightless in the air
Floating far away from here
Certainly a reckless life, I
Pull myself through the shattered window glass
An avalanche is running through my head
But it moves and my clothes are painted red
Felt like time was standing still
Sun was poring on the hill
And I weightless in the air
Floating far away from here