You arrived covered in salt
You were a wound that was weeping
For someone who cut you all over
Our lives covered in smoke
By the night as you drunk yourself sick
And I hung from your shoulder
You were a landslide covered in dirt
You were a car ride into the earth
You were the last light ever to burn
You were a harsh cry, hard to be heard
Your eyelids cover the gold
Behind the glass, how they crush you
And kill you and crumble like buildings
Perched in a hole in the wall
Where lovers languish the words that were said
As they fell on their swords
Like a landslide covered in dirt
Like a car ride into the earth
Like the last light ever to burn
You are a harsh cry, hard to be heard
You are a harsh cry, hard to be heard
I joined the people in black to
Celebrate you, we covered you slowly
And cried as we did
Like a landslide covered in dirt
Like a car ride into the earth
Like the last light ever to burn
You are a harsh cry, hard to be heard
Car Ride was written by Alexander Biggs.
Car Ride was produced by Matthew Neighbour.