I couldn't say how I knew that you were there as I rolled down my window
Don't want to know what you keep under the hood while you smile at the wheel
Tongues on wires
Keep us up till the dawn arrives
Lie still in the wake of night
And I don't think it's working
At what point do we all just get replaced
We start to get brittle as we age
Lean into real views
I need to feel you
Like thirty years of bad dentistry it hit me and pointed out a hole or two
I'll put the pieces together but it seems there's some work to do
What a sight
From the cliff's edge we get a fright
Rocks below have a nasty bite
And I don't think it's working
At what point do we all just get replaced
We start to get brittle as we age
Lean into real views
I need to feel you
Lean into real views
I need to feel you