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von Pompeii

Pillows over your head
Scared your thoughts might seep through doors
Loud as your creaking hardwood floors
That give you away
And, no, today I saw a beat up car
It had rusted on the roof like yours
Had no reflection through your backseat window
I started to shake
I started to...


We spread our tracks
Across the lawns outside our homes
Both driving by when no one′s home
When it's too late

If ever there were a cause for drift
I′d swear it to be the land, or air
Because accounting for all that space between us
Would make it seem like we don't care
No, but we still care

If ever there were a cause for drift
I'd swear it to be the land, or air
Because accounting for all that space between us
Would make it seem like we don′t care
No, but we still care