Drive fast, love slow
We're stalling out
Move to the backseat
Keep the music loud
Whisper in my ear
"I wanna move far from here"
We've got to get away
We'll fix up the car and find a better place
But is there somewhere better?
Take ya somewhere better
So let's leave
This Sunday afternoon
And meet
Me outside of your room
Breathe
The flowers came to bloom
Come on and run
To the dark side of the moon
Where would we go?
Portland or San Francisco
Just somewhere on the west coast
So let's leave
This Sunday afternoon
And meet
Me outside of your room
Breathe
The flowers came to bloom
Come on and run
To the dark side of the moon
But is there somewhere better?
Somewhere better
It always gets better
