You and I we live for the endless road under our tires and the sound of crickets in the moonlight. For the smell of wet asphalt after a long rain mixed with the smell of smoke from our breath. And when I'm high my mind escapes but I can't express these beautiful thoughts in a way you'll understand. So we sit there, you driving and me stealing glances at your peaceful face, and we don't speak, but your hand in mine says a million things in it's own. You say nothing but I hear every word. I love you, you say. And with my wide eyes staring so longingly at yours you know I mean it too. Our midnight drive takes us into another world. It's somewhere in this world, beyond the infinity of stars across an Indigo sky, that I fell in love with you. The funny thing is, falling in love really does feel like falling. I don't exactly know where we're going to land, but with reckless abandon, we jumped anyways. Our midnight drive has only just begun, but I thank you for taking the wheel when I couldn't. We're already home, but let's keep driving.