Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drive, artist - Lost Girls.
Date of issue: 01.03.2018
Song language: English
Drive |
Dear so and so… |
How small I am on the highways |
And on the plains, in the cars and in the malls |
Through the speakers of foreign places, unknown spaces |
Surrounded by vast expanse or whatever |
And a shifting entourage of men |
I’m always lighter, smaller, less hairy, more delicate |
A sex-less body, a sex, just a little less body |
Nothing is really mine here |
The car and equipment it’s all rented |
I keep buying coffee, water and weird sweaters |
Just to own something |
And sometimes I feel like I’m still when I’m moving, you know? |
Even on stage I rage without moving |
I see it in a Youtube video |
Look! |
There my arm lifts |
And then sort of instantly get self-concious |
And starts falling back, down |
Sort of sees itself and then retracts |
As if saying for me |
«She's so sorry, she’s so sorry» |
With my entire body «She's so sorry» |
I rest my forehead on the side window |
Protecting my desire |
The van does the drive for me |
The van does the drive for me |
We all do the same, each of us hidding, curled up |
Like woollen girls with headphones guided by voices |
I would never tell you this but sometimes |
When I listen to music in my headphones |
The voice I’m listening to is my own |
And some of those times I cry |
Later I wake up to leaves hurling themselves |
At the windscreen, and on stage I feel my body straighten |
It’s not that I’ve found anything new, or anything |
But… not that is original, but… I’ve got this feeling |
All I want to do now is to make everybody cry |
I want you all to cry with me |
I want us all to cry together! |
To let loose, to let go of ourselves |
In the empty clubs and on the dancefloors |
On the parking lots, on the highways |
And through the speakers… |
But what am I saying? |
«I want you all to cry with me?» |
Isn’t that just manipulation? |
Am I just standing here doing exactly what |
The big mainstream movies are doing? |
Exactly what the big arena concerts are doing? |
In the films when someone’s kissing at the end? |
Or there’s an explosion? |
Just there |
To manipulate you to feel something |
And when they bring down the kissing in the rain |
Or the violins, and you’re feeling something |
But you don’t know why |
Or let me rephrase that, you’re feeling something |
But you don’t know who you are |
Am I just that? |
There must be something else! |
Let us call this what it really is, it’s just «my desire» |
Because if we don’t, we’re just stuck in this manipulation |
Because I’m saying this to you |
And because I’m standing on a stage higher up than you |
Then, I’m somehow more important |
And can make you feel something, and I know it |
And manipulate it, but I just want to show you things! |
Here, here, here |
Because if I’m not doing that, then, if nobody’s doing that |
If we are all just working with manipulation |
Then all we have as audiences are those moments |
When we don’t know who we are |
And if we are like that, then tell me |
Who does your feeling? |
Hello, my name is Desire, but that’s not a girl’s name |