Late Journeys

We're dreaming inside our headphones
They make our natural hair fall
So unnaturally

But we're in our own worlds now as
The wheels turn underneath our bodies
Pushing the road into the dark

Held hands are getting sweaty
I love late journeys with you next to me

We're dreaming inside our headphones
The passing of notes and colours
Arranged perfectly

Helps us drift further away as
The wheels turn like waves in the sea
As they run into towns we go through

Blue eyes are getting heavy
I love late journeys with you next to me

Blue eyes are getting heavy
I love late journeys with you next to me