We trailed power lines, their silent silhouettes came before
The night had dawned it's awkwardness upon our drive
When I grabbed my bags I put your heart into my hand
When I grabbed my bags I put your heart into my hand

We float on broke roads that mend our laden souls
Into this land untried as I drive ahead of eyes,
Ahead of the lights on the road
Ahead of the signs, ahead of the end that is near
Sinclair

Your head in my hand and the sign
That you swore you had seen before
We played in the sand and you crawled upon a green dinosaur

The photos of rest stops the maps that we chopped up
The long ways the back drops our lonely hearts in demand

We float on broke roads that mend our laden souls
Into this land untried as I drive ahead of eyes,
Ahead of the lights on the road
Ahead of the signs, ahead of the end that is near

We shuttered and sent our hearts to framed boxes
We catalog those misplaced memories

We shuttered and sent our hearts to framed boxes
We briefly forgot our troubled histories
Your head in my hand and the sign
That you swore you had seen before
We played in the sand and you crawled upon a green dinosaur
Your head in my hand and the sign
That you swore you had seen before
We played in the sand and you crawled upon a green dinosaur.