So we drive and we've driven ten thousand miles
In our hometown, sink back into the driveway
Which is Zen The head in the stars
Or the body in the chair?
A saving grace at odds with technology
A saving grace
Eighteen with a bottle of water
Cold jeans and the face of Gibraltar
How many trunks of your goods?
How many goods do you give away?
I'm spellbound when I can't move
I stand in front of you
I'm flipping back through pages
Of your calendar and your books
And your childhood and your looks
I try to move in your direction
Against the grain of time
I'm hoping to recollect
My thoughts and motions
I pray to science and history
Like cancer doesn't grow
I worship and forget you
Bye, worship and forget you
A saving grace
And holding on to what we've made
As it drags us by the legs
Across the living room
Put the children to bed
For a good night, for tomorrow
Artist: Serge Gainsbourg
Artist: Chicago
Artist: Familiar 48
Artist: Extremoduro