I know it's late now I know I ought to go Ride in your car now but please don't drop me home My head's so heavy, could this be all a dream? Promise me maybes and say things you don't mean Rain fall from concrete coloured sky No boy, don't speak now you just Drive, drive, drive Take me through make me fell alive, alive When I ride with you
Keep my heart turning on axles around you Keep our love burning just like it used to do Now just for us, they could play our favourite tune Let's not discuss all these things we can't undo Let
Rain fall from concrete coloured sky No boy, don't speak now you just Drive, drive, drive Take me through make me fell alive, alive When I ride with you
Rain fall from concrete coloured sky No boy, don't speak now you just drive
Compositor: Briolette Kah Bic Runga (Runga Bic) (APRA)Editores: B.k. Bric Music Limited, Burbank-music Inc (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #4336388 em 09/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM