What happens in the night
Never stays there
Sitting on your shoulders
Breathing into your hair
A hitch hiker that won’t shut up
And you, the driverless car
Never reaching the horizon
What happens in the night
Never stays there
Sitting on your shoulders
Breathing into your hair
A hitch hiker that won’t shut up
And you, the driverless car
Never reaching the horizon
I love this one, Charlotte! The subversion of the poetic moment after the opening line really does it for me, along with that rhyme you pulled off so subtly in line 2 and 4.
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Thanks, Jeff. I appreciate you reading. :)
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