so now it goes back to the start when we would say well win the parked cars i miss these things from you i miss them more each day i miss these things from you why dont they go through the woods we go looking for the dark wed never stay too long like in the parked cars i miss these things from you i miss them more each day i miss these things from you why dont they go and the patterns always change when you come into view theres nothing else like you for me we beg along to be here tonight we wont be seen till it feels right cars i miss these things from you i miss them more each day i miss these things from you why dont they go 