Press my forehead
against the glass
Evaporated breath that chills me
Lights blur and fade,
I can almost touch them
I can almost touch them
I feel high on fear
I could live with danger
I could live forever
Will you be my driver?
I can almost touch them
Someone falls down,
but we don't slow down
Past the lonely people, past the
frightened people
I can almost touch them
Ricochet off a satellite
Ricochet off a traffic light
Bulletin off a satellite
Driving through the city at night
Driving through the city at night
At night

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