In her imagination. She's driving through the sunshine. To Malibu. No children in the backseat. No husband at the wheel. No telling where she's going.
Lying here naked with me, can you see. Tears that I cant hide?. If I could tell you about it, I would. But I couldn't if I tried. . Don't ask me why. Don't ask me why.
Is his hair still as long?. Are his eyes still as blue?. Can his face still conceal. Every clue to his mood?. . Does his brow still display. Every beat of his heart?.