the streetlights go fleeting by
i wonder what that feels like
but i just can't shake this
it follows me home at night
it's getting clearer every mile we ride
the world as it's turning
and that's what it feels like
that's crawling with lovers
who hide from the cold white light
she follows me home at night
it's getting clearer every mile we ride
the world as it's turning
and that's what it feels like
it's getting clearer every mile we ride
the world as it's turning
and that's what it feels like