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travelling down these roads of lonely
brings back the straightaways that we'd known
there, in the view, reckless, and unwaveringly lovely
a dashboard, a glovebox, a vision, you.
i've followed, love, i'm turning off
signalling hope before your flashing cue
but near last stands and awkward hands and red is where you've left me, here
without direction and missing you.
you swore to me a route you'd seen
beyond the pavement go-betweens
the map confined, only imprinted in your mind
faded and torn but still ours, still mine
now the intersections have taken over, love
but still i'm searching for our street
between the yellow lines of time and exit: you
my defeat.
and i know i could pass and speed ahead
leave the promise in passion's wake
see the starting points as the landmarks that they may be
but somehow, that risk is no longer mine to take.
brings back the straightaways that we'd known
there, in the view, reckless, and unwaveringly lovely
a dashboard, a glovebox, a vision, you.
i've followed, love, i'm turning off
signalling hope before your flashing cue
but near last stands and awkward hands and red is where you've left me, here
without direction and missing you.
you swore to me a route you'd seen
beyond the pavement go-betweens
the map confined, only imprinted in your mind
faded and torn but still ours, still mine
now the intersections have taken over, love
but still i'm searching for our street
between the yellow lines of time and exit: you
my defeat.
and i know i could pass and speed ahead
leave the promise in passion's wake
see the starting points as the landmarks that they may be
but somehow, that risk is no longer mine to take.