"It's just a fascination," they said
Pressed lips to fingertips
"And if you cared about the family
don't let me hear them call your name"
He's waiting around
behind "Quiet, they'll hear you"
It's raining we're driving
and I'm closing my eyes and
What would they say
if they knew that we were driving
through a famous storm
I don't mind the view
between my fingers
Where are we getting off
In the backseat, I am
Writing "He hearts Me"
in the fog still on the window
"It's just a fascination," they said
Pressed lips to fingertips
"And if you cared about the family
don't let me hear them call your name"
He's waiting around
behind "Quiet, they'll hear you"
It's raining we're driving
and I'm closing my eyes and
What would they say
if they knew that we were driving
through a famous storm
I don't mind if it
gets back to them before we (do)
Where are we getting off
In the backseat, a butterfly
Flaps its wings inside me
on my cheek, and in Japan.
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