paroles de chanson Drive - Live from the Civic Theatre - Bic Runga , Dave Dobbyn , Tim Finn

I know it′s late, now I know I ought to go
Ride in your car now but please don't drop me home
My head′s so heavy, could this be all a dream?
Promise me maybes and say things you don't mean

Rain falling from concrete colored skies
No, boy, don't speak, now you just drive, drive
Drive, take me through, make me feel alive
Alive when I ride with you

Keep my heart turning on axles around you
Keep our love burning just like it used to do
Now just for us, they could play our favorite tune
Let′s not discuss all these things we can′t undo, let

Rain falling from concrete colored sky
No, boy, don't speak, now you just, drive, drive
Drive, speed me through, make me feel alive
Alive when I ride with you
Rain falling from concrete colored skies
No, boy, don′t speak, now you just drive