The night used to be a friendly place,
and the faster that we drove along whatever road we decided to take,
the faster my mind raced, and I was only happy that you were driving
(I get lost).

The air stayed fresh and we were anything but suffocated.
and I rolled the window down, and you turned the music up,
and we decided if this would never end, we could be happy, maybe.

So I held my breath and turned blue, and you swerved because you thought maybe I would hold my breath too long--
-- (it's a biological reflex to keep breathing I said)

but you never believed me.

Today it rained, and I heard the sounds on my rooftop, and I was content.
I heard your song,
and I held my breath,
and I was happy, maybe.

(I get lost).