in a sleep i see a scenena sea of comfort and serenenwe’re walking through some fields of glassnup to our waist into our pastnwatch the road girl you are drivingnyou’ll probably kill us bothnor drop me off there at the cornernit’s better if we don’tnnbut you are the fortunate one in this songnyou are the fortunate one so wake up, wake upnnwe should make a holiday cause we probably seen it allnand if my name is dead weightnit’s been carried on too farnnup came the windy nightndon’t ask me about the cold onesncause i was saving up my staresnand bouncing them off no onenso turn your head girl you are drivingnyou’ll probably kill us bothnor drop me off there at the cornernit’s better if we don’tnnyou are the fortunate one in this songnyou are the fortunate one in this songnyou are the fortunate onenso wake upnor leave