Drive Darling

A silent conversation
No words cause there's no need
We let the tapes mix up the years
And press repeat and press repeat

The trunk is filled with records
And books and tears and clothes
I'm smiling on the surface
I'm scared as hell below

And no rear view could picture
What we leave behind
Drive darling, drive darling,
Drive darling, drive darling, drive
-- Boy

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