Parece que estou a ouvir #256

Driving with your breaks on
Del Amiri

Driving through the long night
Trying to figure who's right 
and who's wrong
Now the kid has gone. 
I sit belted up tight,
She sucks on a match light, 
glowing bronze, steering on.
And I might be more a man 
if I stopped this in its tracks
And said come on, 
let's go home. 
But she's got the wheel,
And I've got nothing 
except what I have on.

When you're driving with the brakes on,
When you're swimming with your boots on,
It's hard to say you love someone
And it's hard to say you don't.

Trying to keep the mood right, 
trying to steer 
the conversation from
The thing we've done.
She shuts up the ashtray 
and I say it's a long way
back now hon
And she just yawns. 
And we might get lost some place
So desolate that 
no one where we're from 
would ever come
But she's got the wheel 
and I've got to deal from now on.

When you're driving with the brakes on,
When you're swimming with your boots on,
It's hard to say you love someone
And it's hard to say you don't.

But unless the moon falls tonight, 
unless continents collide,
Nothing's gonna make me 
break from her side.

Cause when you're driving with the brakes on,
When you're swimming with your boots on,
It's hard to say you love someone
And it's hard to say you don't.