Sunday Drive

This car goes far We are in paradise Back roads, windows Roll down, lose control Smoke on the cement drifting away Over The Pacific to LA I see my reflection in your gaze At this speed maybe we could go to space Never have a lot to say but we Sunday drive Words don't mean much anyway when we Sunday drive I can feel you (I can feel you) When we're in motion (we're in motion) Is this real life? (we find heaven when we Sunday drive) Pink shades, big bass Freeways, don't change gear White shirt, no work Closer to the sky Smoke on the cement drifting away Over The Pacific to LA I see my reflection in your gaze At this speed maybe we could go to space Never have a lot to say but we Sunday drive Words don't mean much anyway when we Sunday drive I can feel you (I can feel you) When we're in motion (we're in motion) Is this real life? (we find heaven when we Sunday drive) This won't be heavenly If I'm not having you If I'm not right by your side There's too much to say right now How could I pray right now When I've got heaven in sight, sight It's inside you, you light up the sky And I could die Feeling alive This won't be heavenly This won't be heavenly This won't be heavenly This won't be heavenly