Thursday, November 16, 2006
untitled.
driving home at 4am, familiar roads shrouded with mist, the light of the streetlamps filtering through, lending it an ethereal, dreamlike quality. top it off with a sliver of crescent silver hanging in the starless night sky, and the strains of deathcab fill the car to match the mood. the road seems endless, cruising along, the world at peace.Passenger Seat - Death Cab for Cutie
I roll the window down
And then begin to breathe in
The darkest country road
And the strong scent of evergreen
From the passenger seat as
you are driving me home.
Then looking upwards
I strain my eyes and try
To tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
From the passenger seat as
you are driving me home.
"do they collide?"
I ask and you smile
With my feet on the dash
The world doesn't matter.
When you feel embarrassed then i'll be your pride
When you need directions then i'll be the guide
For all time
For all time.
I roll the window down
And then begin to breathe in
The darkest country road
And the strong scent of evergreen
From the passenger seat as
you are driving me home.
Then looking upwards
I strain my eyes and try
To tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
From the passenger seat as
you are driving me home.
"do they collide?"
I ask and you smile
With my feet on the dash
The world doesn't matter.
When you feel embarrassed then i'll be your pride
When you need directions then i'll be the guide
For all time
For all time.
wen was dreaming at 4:50 AM