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I'll be your silent sunday driver
Get you to the church on time
Accident and two survivors
Los Angeles don't give a dime
Give a damn for highway hungry
Give a damn for me and you
So let's dance through this sleeping city
Get to some pacific truth

I find you in the crowd
My silence when its loud
Ease me with your eyes
Beneath these falling skies

I'll be you rambler two toned stories
Wish you well repeat myself
Wrap round redwood allegories
Lean on yesterdays soft yell
I've watched over, over looking
Overworked and underpaid
Every second grows a weapon
Heaven sent and bitter brave

And what is love but some lost language
Spoken in between the trees
And what is breath but deaths last statement
And what is it you need from me
We fill a void inside each other
We still avoid the push and pull
And as we starve for something different
The familiar keeps us full

I find you in the crowd
My silence when its loud
Ease me with your eyes
Beneath these falling skies