Take my hand, love
and hover above the overpass
and witness with your perfect eyes
the busy blurred lines of busy blurred lives
of dealers and housewives
in their speeding cars

But tonight, love, as we hover
like ghosts inside their tombs
let's watch the night uncover
and heal our festering wounds

And tomorrow, love, we'll hover up above
the place where we both fell in love
and with our souls suspended in the stars
we'll watch the blurry speeding cars.