Tekstovi: The Awkward Stage. I Drive.

I drive tonight, you're miles away, from heavy eyes, roadside bouquets
I focus on your face again, you're the rose upon my meridian
The yellow lines they hypnotize, the radio plays lullabies
A gentle swerve into the light, you veer across my mind tonight
Love must test out its mettle alone on a freeway
Love must test out its mettle alone on a freeway, alone on a freeway
Its true, they slow, these instances
More than maps show, our distance is
And in the stillness right before, a thought of you across the shore
Love must test out its mettle alone on a freeway, love must test out
its mettle alone on a freeway
Alone on a freeway