Drive

Silent conversation
Fills the coldness in the room
Time is still when he says
Hold my hand we’re going down
Hold on tight don’t make a sound
Oooh
He leads her to the front seat
Of a car that’s broken down
Speeding up, she’s screaming
Slow it down we’re going too fast
Slow it down before we crash
And we waste so much time
Trying to get it right
And we drive down the same old boulevard
To end up right back where we fell apart
Round and round we go
Same old circles we know
But we just drive
Racing down the freeway
Dodging cars as they pass by
Tires swerve and they think
We were not meant to survive
We will fall once we collide
Oooh