Maybe I should drop you at your door.
Or leave tonight and vanish up the shore.
Anywhere but here.
i think this part is about two lovers. their date ended, but the girl really doesn't want him to take her home yet. they're both feeling sad, they're tired of everyone and everything around them. and she doesn't want to go home.
It's three o'clock we're driving in your car,
You're screaming out the window at the stars,
"Please don't drive me home!"
they're just driving around, looking at the stars and talking. doing absolutely nothing.
Blame us because we are who we are.
Hate us because you'll never get that far.
And who'd suppose you would go?
I've already learned enough to know.
everybody thinks of them as "different" and they don't really fit in.
Tell me all the places we could go.
And count the headlights passing on the road,
A long, long time ago.
they're still just driving around aimlessly, getting ready to leave the city.
Here we are.
Foreign to their world.
Straight and composed.
Your sermons I can do without
And I finally found.
That everybody loves to love you
When you're far away.
the last part of this is amazing!!! "and i finally found that everybody loves to love you, when you're far away" people don't appreciate things until they're gone. when people move away, everybody is constantly calling and emailing to check on them, wants to see them again, wants to visit them, etc. you are more appreciated when you're not with you're friends/family.
Could it be we've done something wrong
We'd make it home to your place before dawn
"Please, don't take me home."
"Please, don't take me home."
Maybe I should drop you at your door. Or leave tonight and vanish up the shore. Anywhere but here.
i think this part is about two lovers. their date ended, but the girl really doesn't want him to take her home yet. they're both feeling sad, they're tired of everyone and everything around them. and she doesn't want to go home.
It's three o'clock we're driving in your car, You're screaming out the window at the stars, "Please don't drive me home!"
they're just driving around, looking at the stars and talking. doing absolutely nothing.
Blame us because we are who we are. Hate us because you'll never get that far. And who'd suppose you would go? I've already learned enough to know.
everybody thinks of them as "different" and they don't really fit in.
Tell me all the places we could go. And count the headlights passing on the road, A long, long time ago.
they're still just driving around aimlessly, getting ready to leave the city.
Here we are. Foreign to their world. Straight and composed. Your sermons I can do without And I finally found. That everybody loves to love you When you're far away.
the last part of this is amazing!!! "and i finally found that everybody loves to love you, when you're far away" people don't appreciate things until they're gone. when people move away, everybody is constantly calling and emailing to check on them, wants to see them again, wants to visit them, etc. you are more appreciated when you're not with you're friends/family.
Could it be we've done something wrong We'd make it home to your place before dawn "Please, don't take me home." "Please, don't take me home."
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