Backseat Conversations

Streetlights painting patterns on the glass (hmmm)

Watching all the midnight shadows pass

We don't have to speak to know the way

In the low light,

we're floating home (floating home) Through the concrete and the stone

With the city humming sweet and low

Where the quiet waters flow

Raindrops catching color from the sign

Your hand resting parallel to mine Quiet hum of engines in the

deep

As the avenues begin to sleep

Raahon mein khoye hum yahaan (hum yahaan)

Humraahi ban gaya jahaan

In the low light,

we're floating home

(floating home) Through the concrete and the stone

With the city humming sweet and low

Where the quiet waters flow

Floating

home... (sweet and low...)