Late Call Home

(mmmmm-hmmm) A yellow slip under the wiper blade

Your phone is glowing on silent in the shade

You take the long way back home in the dark

Another browser window left its mark

And you only call me

when the clock strikes three

Looking for a spark in the screen (ooh-ooh)

We are glowing in the late night heat

Running lines on a one-way street

Can you feel the release? (yeah!)

A million tabs and a distant crush

We feed the fire with a pixel rush

You drive the long way just to clear your head Repeating every

word that I never said

Driving home, late summer night

(mmmmm) Underneath the dashboard light