you have to free your demons.

that's the only way how.

but, honey, you have to know

that we are our own demons.

and freeing ourselves is the hardest.

Spinning round and round,
everything was magical and gold.
Pain waiting in the lounge
but you were not coming back.
this, it did not know

Up, down, up down,
then again.
You reached for the blinking lights,
thinking they made a good constellation,
the air was cold,
cheeks bright and crimson,
and you didn't care one bit.

The music was soft,
a lullaby straight from the music box,
and for a moment
you were a little ballerina--
swaying, twirling, living.

But all good things had to last.
This, you did not know.
You blinked once,
opened it with dusted eyes.

Baby, let's take a detour
Just drive and I'd ride shotgun
In an old Chevy truck, maybe

Feel the water kiss our toes
The sea breeze cold
While you put your arms around me
Sea gulls flocking free

We'd drive again for a while
Turn on the radio, baby
And sing and sing and sing
Like we rule this world

Find a cheap motel
Maybe talk about the universe
And laugh about silly things
Until sleep devour us

Then in the morning
When it's still pitch black
We'd watch the stars disappear
From the sky

And maybe, baby, we'd just fall in love.