We drive till dark, pull over
your head on my shoulder
the hum of traffic going by
lights flashing, sweeping us away
silently we drift entering the dream-world
traversing regions unknown
together, hand-in-hand, dreamers
running, tripping in a down-under land
waking on sun's piercing rays
to a reality fabricated
from images lying dormant in time
your head on my shoulder
the hum of traffic going by
lights flashing, sweeping us away
silently we drift entering the dream-world
traversing regions unknown
together, hand-in-hand, dreamers
running, tripping in a down-under land
waking on sun's piercing rays
to a reality fabricated
from images lying dormant in time
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