Via Cue - Streaming lyrics

We roll the windows down to feel the air

The sun is falling low again

We watch the darkness coming through the trees and find our hands together again

We have photographs, aged and worn, of family and our friends

Keep them close at hand, these memories, they're all that's left you

We can't go home

Watch the world through open windows

Drift down open roads

Your eyes could kill the sky itself

Take time for the little things