Night Drive to the Lake
Andy Bruce, Kathryn Williams
Night drive to the lake
Looking down for up
Starry surface flames,
A car wreck rusts in us
Corrodes the sky
Holds it high
What we see is buried in you and me
Buried in you and me
Riverbed of lust
Rushes right past us
The tongue the ton the ton
It's come, it's come, it's come
The aching that I feel
Almost makes it real
You're pulling on my lead
You're pulling on my lead
But I'm a hollow little seed
Night drive to the lake
Looking down at up
Starry surface flames
A car wreck rusts in us
Rippling sky, holds a fly
What we see
Is buried in you and me
Buried and you and me
Buried in you
