Then looking upwards I strain my eyes and try to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites from the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
Passenger Seat, Transatlanticism, Death Cab for Cutie.
22.10.07
As you are driving me home.
I roll the window down and then begin to breathe in the darkest country road and the strong scent of evergreen from the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
Then looking upwards I strain my eyes and try to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites from the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
Passenger Seat, Transatlanticism, Death Cab for Cutie.
Then looking upwards I strain my eyes and try to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites from the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
Passenger Seat, Transatlanticism, Death Cab for Cutie.
