Sunday Drive

This car goes far

We are in paradise

Back roads, windows

Roll down, lose control

Smoke on the cement drifting away

Over the Pacific to LA

I see my reflection in your gaze

At this speed maybe we could go to space

Never have a lot to say, but we Sunday drive

Words don't mean much anyway when we Sunday drive

I can feel you (I can feel you)

When we're in motion (We're in motion)

Is this real life?

(We find heaven when we) Sunday drive

Pink shades, big bass

Freeways, don't change gear

White shirt, no work

Closer to the sky

Smoke on the cement drifting away

Over the Pacific to LA

I see my reflection in your gaze

At this speed maybe we could go to space

Never have a lot to say, but we Sunday drive

Words don't mean much anyway when we Sunday drive

I can feel you (I can feel you)

When we're in motion (We're in motion)

Is this real life?

(We find heaven when we) Sunday drive

This won't be heavenly

If I'm not having you

If I'm not right by your side

There's too much to say right now

How could I pray right now

When I've got heaven in sight, sight

It's inside you, you light up the sky

And I could die

Feeling alive

This won't be heavenly

This won't be heavenly

This won't be heavenly

This won't be heavenly