Catalogue - Pompeii
Pillows over your head
Scared your thoughts
Might seep through doors
Loud as your creaking hard-wood floors
That give you away
And know today
I saw a beat up car
It had rusted on the roof like yours
Had no reflection
Through the back seat window
I started to shake
I started to
We spread our tracks across
The lawns outside our homes
Both driving by when no one's home
When it's too late
If ever there were a cause for drift
I'd swear it to
Be the land or air
Because accounting
For all that space between
Us would make it seem
Like we don't care No
But we still care
If ever there were a cause for drift
I'd swear it to be the land or air
Because accounting
For all that space between us would
Make it seem like we don't care
No but we still care
