Sunday Driving Testo

sun blinks between the trees that waltz in the gentle breeze
i try to memorize the feelin

if you can
see
the world that i see
hear
the beatin of my heart
feel
the flame that grips me

would you believe in us
would you believe in us

the wind's whisperin your name
its slowdrivin me insane,
my shelter, i daydream
your hand in mine
like sweet little melodies
sing, love, our memories return
into the arms you once called home and....