Artist: bic runga
Song: drive
I know it's late, now I know I ought to go
Ride in your car now but please don't drop me home
My head's so heavy, could this be all a dream?
Promise me maybes and say things you don't mean
Rain falling from concrete colored skies
No, boy, don't speak, now you just drive, drive
Drive, take me through, make me feel alive
Alive when I ride with you
Keep my heart turning on axles around you
Keep our love burning just like it used to do
Now just for us, they could play our favorite tune
Let's not discuss all these things we can't undo, let
Rain falling from concrete colored sky
No, boy, don't speak, now you just, drive, drive
Drive, speed me through, make me feel alive
Alive when I ride with you
Rain falling from concrete colored skies
No, boy, don't speak, now you just drive
