Each One Of Us - Brisa Roche

In your car, the windows turn to milk with our breathing.

In your car, ignition’s off, no one will be leaving.

In your car, the music’s high and we’re both dreaming.

In your car, my hand on your thigh, my tears are streaming.

Everybody knows what’s on wheels can still be home.

You said you’d stay, but I know you’re bound to roam.

Baby, each one of us is moving.

I move you, you move me.

We move far and close so we’ll stay free.

Far and close so we’ll stay free,

far and close so we’ll stay free,

far and close so we’ll stay free.

In your car at night, we don’t see moons or shooting stars.

In your car at noon, we’re afraid to be seen for who we are.

In your car at dawn, you’re getting home and we’re apart.

In your car at night, your lips on mine, parked outside of any bar,

in your car we’re a silver bullet on the blackest tar.

Everybody knows what’s on wheels can still be home.

You said you’d stay, but I know you’re bound to roam.

Baby, each one of us is moving.

I move you, you move me, we move far and close so we’ll stay free.

Far and close so we’ll stay free,

far and close so we’ll stay free,

far and close so we’ll stay free.