we drove through the night,
listening to pavement on the stereo,
and wondering to ourselves,
will we see the sunrise,
before the drugs wear off
crossed so many borders
that cease to excist at least for now
and at this hour,,
our fears and reservations
speed through open windows,
to the southern skies
(CHORUS)
and we're getting good
at passing out in motion,
on our strangers floors,
and our wandering hearts,
not our blistered fingers and our burning floats

tomorrow is the same,
its just another repeat of today,
the smile and the wave,
can we stay above the surface,
without feeling glossy
can we climb that stage again
to enter? ??? maybe ourselves
and then pass out
our blood is mixed,
and we are one,
and we will get through this

(CHORUS)

our blood has mixed,
and we are one,
will we get through this (x2)

(CHORUS)