Into It. Over It.
Into It. Over It. - A Pair Of Matching Taxi Rides songtekst
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Left behind, her story's on the sidewalk it's a brief goodbye An address in your hand Notice me I'm kicking rocks toward loneliness Begrudgingly packing up our things You're leaving on a morning flight Delayed night London taxi ride So cold, your hands are turning blue Asphyxiation formally conducts you past security The passports are more with me than you Pretty sure you'll need your cash and state ID Rescue plan, I dialed out and copied you Its 2 A.M., took a while to find the door Suffering for all things fair I made a case and climbed the stairs I found you and the tenants fast asleep You say you severed all contacts The anguish, phone lines are down But fear says without me you'd never make it off the ground You say he's bridged every contact The anguish, follow lines I've found Are blindsided and embarrassed collecting the covers that make you out With no time for thank yous now A way to drift above us While I provide a way out Is this enough to make it Am I enough to make it