Slow Machines

Driving circles in the dark. Your voice cuts through the hum. We don't talk about tomorrow, Just the silence where we're from. Every mile becomes a memory, Every lane a different view. I'm not asking for direction, Just to keep on here with you. The city breathes behind us. The road ahead is clear. We're slow machines Running on what we can't explain. Slow machines Moving through the gentle rain. No destination, no design. Just your hand in mine. Slow machines. The Dashboard glows in blue. The world outside is still. We're suspended in this moment, Bent against our will. I don't need to understand it, How we got from there to here. Just the way the pavement opens When you're sitting near. The city breathes behind us. The road ahead is clear. We're slow machines Running on what we can't explain. Slow machines Moving through the gentle rain. No destination, no design. Just your hand in mine. Slow machines. Let The hours roll. Let the engine cool. We don't have to know Where this takes us to. We're slow machines Running on what we can't explain. Slow machines Moving through the gentle rain. No destination, no design. Just your hand in mine. Slow machines. Slow machines.