In the hue and cry of our fear-in-love drive-by
You're at the wheel while I'm crouched in a bathtub, South Central L.A.
Witty metaphors can't begin to describe
The frailty of our past - 12/9.
And the reason I cling even more tightly to your side.
Whoa, what a shame I'm ever blind to see.
At the end of the tunnel there is always a shining light.
It takes all of your life to stay alive.
My head under a rock. Please watch where you take your next step.
And I'm holding on if you hold on to everything that we've made.
Here is where we are.
Sitting free in our getaway car.
You're at the wheel.
While I quiz you on multiplication and radio.
Witty metaphors can't begin to detail
All this love, loss and laughter
And everything in between.
Whoa, every day when I wake you'll be.
At the end of the tunnel there is always a shining light.
It takes all of your life to stay alive.
And working is fine if at the end there is you.
And I'm holding on if you hold on to everything that we've made.
And regardless of this mark that I'll carry.
I know that the sun sets, rise, set, rise.
And I'll be there when you wake in the morning light.
And I can honestly say that I won't be afraid
'Cause you'd never let me go.
It takes all of your life to stay alive.
My head under a rock. Please watch where you take your next step.
And I'm holding on if you hold on to everything that we've made.
Everything that we've made
And please watch where you take your next step
And I'm holding on if you hold on to everything that we've made