Rage looks strange so close to your face
And inside this Buick you look sick
With red fever. Your eyes still echo
In my ears and tell lies that
You will take back later.
The chorus behind us, mouths open
Singing nothing we could hear
Or hate to be near. While passing eyes
Turn and turn back
Nearly breaking their necks.
When the chamber was empty the silence
Bled out on the seats, and out
On the streets when we opened the door.
But I didn't look
And you didn't look
So that car never drove quite the same anymore.
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