Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SCENES FROM HIGHWAYS 1981-2009, artist - La Dispute. Album song Rooms of the House, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 31.12.2014
Record label: Big Scary Monsters
Song language: English
SCENES FROM HIGHWAYS 1981-2009 |
I let the car drift some |
Eye your uncomfortable pose in profile |
The postures of long drives |
That endless cycling of your numb and near sleeping parts |
And you lean much harder than you need when the road curves |
Swerve through traffic and the cracks in the ground |
Every gesture you require of a drive like this night |
When you fight now you just head out of town |
I let the wheel go over center lines |
Inside a place without time, a loop through history |
Eye you in periphery now prone in the passenger seat |
It’s a mystery the ways you can sleep |
I want to leave here for where nobody goes |
I want to breathe in the air |
Of all those sprawling ancient spaces on earth |
You said we’re so scared of alone and I knew what you meant |
You want to go where it glows all those places where your watch doesn’t work |
You were riding those nights on the highway always hiding out inside a |
songwriter’s dream there, like a scene from a song |
Born to Run, or maybe Running on Empty |
Ones where they would leave |
Certain nights when you’d fight you couldn’t stick around |
So you’d head out of town |
Just hit the highway and drive |
Certain nights when you’d thought it was fine |
But it shook you when the baby would cry |
Why did you always turn around in the end? |
To hear the shattering of glass on the door again? |
So loud the baby couldn’t sleep anymore? |
What didn’t you find that you were looking for? |
Your mother called a hardware, set you up an interview |
An answer to an ad |
The bosses' daughter still remembers dinner |
Where her father said |
He wouldn’t stick his neck out for trouble again |
But they did then |
And those days you’d wake up |
And just decide you wouldn’t show |
He’d show up at your door |
Nights you’d skip town |
He’d follow you out |
Pretty soon you started falling for their daughter |
And she fell for you |
Drive roll every window down |
Let the desert enter heavy and primitive in |
Drift till rumble strips sound |
Time moves so slow but I know that you meant what you said |
You want to go where it’s frozen |
All those places where the highways don’t reach |
You want to go where it glows |
Somewhere that time is irrelevant |
You want to go where it glows |
Somewhere the spaces are infinite |
You want to go where it glows |
Somewhere you don’t feel the hours pass by |
You identified the flowers on the road |
I rolled the windows down and shut off the radio |
Did you ever think you’d end up here |
All those late nights you were driving alone? |
You were riding to hide |
Or you were looking for a brand new life |
Did you ever think you’d find one back home? |
Did you even think you’d get out alive? |
Could you imagine then the love you now know? |
I think history’s a system of roads and there’s nowhere it doesn’t go |
I pulled over to the side and felt no time |
Off the highway with the landscape aglow |
Still not sure what we were trying to find |
I only know we went home |