Asphalt
She sees how the asphalt turns red
"I sometimes hope, I crash when it hurts the most"
She's sick of being afraid,
It's the constant fear of something or someone else
As the rain patters on the roof of the car
Like the beat of a drum or a ticking clock
As the rain patters on the roof of the car
Like the beat of a drum or a ticking clock
She left the pan on the stove, kept the flame warm
The door wide open, creaking wooden floors, she said
"As the sun paints the sky red,
I remember when it seemed to fall apart"
As the rain patters on the roof of the car
Like the beat of a drum or a ticking clock
As the rain patters on the roof of the car
Like the beat of a drum or a ticking clock
Somewhere between the car seats you reach for my hand
I can't really grasp what you've said
You sat me down on a cold couch dreaming
I stood up, heavy heart
As the rain patters on the roof of the car
Like the beat of a drum or a ticking clock
As the rain patters on the roof of the car
Like the beat of a drum or a ticking clock
Something changed, somewhere along the way
It changed
You know what that did to me
You know what that did
You know what that did to me
"I sometimes hope, I crash when it hurts the most"
She's sick of being afraid,
It's the constant fear of something or someone else
As the rain patters on the roof of the car
Like the beat of a drum or a ticking clock
As the rain patters on the roof of the car
Like the beat of a drum or a ticking clock
She left the pan on the stove, kept the flame warm
The door wide open, creaking wooden floors, she said
"As the sun paints the sky red,
I remember when it seemed to fall apart"
As the rain patters on the roof of the car
Like the beat of a drum or a ticking clock
As the rain patters on the roof of the car
Like the beat of a drum or a ticking clock
Somewhere between the car seats you reach for my hand
I can't really grasp what you've said
You sat me down on a cold couch dreaming
I stood up, heavy heart
As the rain patters on the roof of the car
Like the beat of a drum or a ticking clock
As the rain patters on the roof of the car
Like the beat of a drum or a ticking clock
Something changed, somewhere along the way
It changed
You know what that did to me
You know what that did
You know what that did to me
Credits
Writer(s): Stina Holmquist, Tarik Mujadzic
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