Must be going somewhere, off the open road, the sun burned down the place were headed too.
As she holds her head up high, the stars are passing by, the night turns into lighter shades of blue, for you.
The memories, o.k., the thoughts are moving quicker than you say, "did we get older, somewhere in the night, right before I lost myself in you. For you."
The signal's breaking up.
It kills everything that I knew.
Sit down before you brake.
The answer pulls away.
Do you? Where your friends are, suffering from fright, pacing through the maze you led them through, for you
