you leave the tip and i ll go get the car it s cold out there i ll have the heater on and you won t need those open eyelids for long i think this is your soundest state of mind the heavy breath and the peaceful sigh and all i can do to keep you is drive dark gets darker snow proceeds in white god i want to speak but it s so quiet so i confess all my secrets in silence i ll be turning down that dirt road in a mile i know you wish that we could keep on going i understand i wish that same thing all the time