Текст песни Freeway - Adam Metropolis

Used cars
Out on the freeway
It's not six am
I'm driving one of them
Drive through coffee
For the folks on the freeway
Steaming milk has potential
To explode in the worst way

And the milk
Gets trapped
Underneath the black floor mat

End of the day
High pressure spray
Freeway
It's cold today
Why do my memories
They change with the weather
Change with the weather
Change

These memories
These memories
They change with the weather

Soon the Son
Will rise upon this ghost town
Lifting up empty bones
And we will not be the only ones Awake

These memories
They change with the weather
These memories
They change with the weather