Dreaming a sleep next you and I’m feeling like a lost little girl on a brand new cloud
Counting the tree’s that spin past during a road trip, it seems each one passes into the ashes and the colours in the sky change.
Rolling the window down, the wind trickles through…
My long black hair waves through the air, brushing past your cheeks
Laughter spreads between the creases of your lips
You’ll turn to kiss my shoulder and I’ll rest my head on yours.
Staring at the road ahead between darkening eyelids like blinders
Your voice will narrate the way home