Hands steady on the steering-wheel
trees passing by all blurry
arachnid thunderbolt blinding the eyes
…
We left so sudden, we were unmindful
I still remember the sweet smile among the smelly sadness
So fishy selfish, we were simply oblivious
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Hours behind the steady wheel
ideas passing by, images all blurry
arachnid thunderbolt blinding the mind
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Years have passed, we were so lonely
In the photograph the same smile and no trace of old scents
we’ve gotten used to the lonely room for two, only two
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Hands on the steering-wheel still
well contoured trees out the window
Finding the right parking spot, I dislike walking
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Going through the voice message
all the messages you’ve been sending for us two
thunderbolt clear and still arachnid
being there for us, maybe, maybe it is just right
Thunderbolt clear
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