Red Weather
The headlights are disfiguring. My eyes burn, my eyes blur, your eyes alive, what a day. Wake up, it's not too late, even though the moon looks dizzy. We can't stop laughing. This night may stand immortal, forever and a day, make a wish, we're almost there, even though that clock's slow. All the lights are stretching out, make a wish, even though that clock's fast. And the music's now a passenger offering out melodies to open ears, mediating to delay the madness. Forget the past like the song suggests, you're my future...until the wounds are fresh again, or the storm claims our control. Maybe it's the risks that shape our limits, and the failures that bring hope to light. But somehow all I know is no one said the dream was perfect. So hold on to me girl, while we're still here