Unfinished Prayers

The glass is cold against my cheek

The streetlamps blur into a line

You said the words I couldn't speak

And left the rest for me to find (mmm-hmm)

And now the distance starts to grow

Between the headlight and the sign

How much of this was mine to know?

We are suspended in the air we breathed

A conversation we can't quite retrieve

I'm riding home but everything is new

And all the static in the dark is you (is you)

I trace the patterns on the

door

The driver's quiet in the front

We never talked like this before

We never had to be so blunt

We are suspended in the air we breathed

A conversation we can't quite retrieve

I'm riding home but everything is new

And all the static in the dark is you (is you)

Just a thought I cannot finish...

(can't finish)