oh that i could shake you

you are mine, you are mine
falling asleep at the wheel
we divide, our hands and our minds
we fly straight through the windshield
is this the end, the end of our lives
oh we can’t say for sure
i turn my head to see where you lay
asleep, you’re still asleep

and if we are dead, who will pretend
that this was more than it seemed
that these cars and roads and places we go
couldn’t hold our spirits still

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