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
