nuverian
Lost Transmissions
Fading voices are talking in the dark, of a magic place built from golden sand.
Where topless mountains rise through and endless sky, across horizons no wheels can drive.
Grabbing a green jacket and a pair of dusty keys, for a moment getting lost in an endless reverie.
Filling up the blanks and hoping for the best, I leave dust, driving fast.
Stopping on the right little something for the trip. Just a cup of coffee and a can of gasoline.
Heading back to car speakers blasting in the car, hitting gas, leaving dust.
And though the time will come to turn and go, head back to common things we are used to and know.
All the dreams that came to be, will forever stay with you.
Night closes by I'll be there by the dawn. Empty seats besides I keep listening your song.
You sent me on a tape with words that still were young, about a magic place from golden sand.
And though the time will come to turn and go, head back to common things we are used to and know.
All the dreams that came to be, will forever stay with you and me.
And though the time will come to turn and go, head back to common things we are used to and know.
All the dreams that came to be, will forever stay with you and me.
And though the time has come to go, driving back to what we're used to 'n know,
all the dreams that came to be, were real for you and me.
Where topless mountains rise through and endless sky, across horizons no wheels can drive.
Grabbing a green jacket and a pair of dusty keys, for a moment getting lost in an endless reverie.
Filling up the blanks and hoping for the best, I leave dust, driving fast.
Stopping on the right little something for the trip. Just a cup of coffee and a can of gasoline.
Heading back to car speakers blasting in the car, hitting gas, leaving dust.
And though the time will come to turn and go, head back to common things we are used to and know.
All the dreams that came to be, will forever stay with you.
Night closes by I'll be there by the dawn. Empty seats besides I keep listening your song.
You sent me on a tape with words that still were young, about a magic place from golden sand.
And though the time will come to turn and go, head back to common things we are used to and know.
All the dreams that came to be, will forever stay with you and me.
And though the time will come to turn and go, head back to common things we are used to and know.
All the dreams that came to be, will forever stay with you and me.
And though the time has come to go, driving back to what we're used to 'n know,
all the dreams that came to be, were real for you and me.
