反抗军( Rise Against ) The Approaching Curve 歌词

8.The Approaching Curve

The music played with a calming frequency.
The speakers gently seeped the sound of ambient keyboards and
light percussion,
creating a seductive soundtrack to our midnight drive through
curtains of blackness.
The windows were cold to the touch, reflecting the icy
conditions in our immediate extremity.
Salt stains and fingerprints littered the glass, and streaks
with melted snow cascaded down it's length.
The music pulsed louder, yet gentle, like the far away squeal of
a pot of boiling water.
The skylight was glowing faintly with a vague hints of an
impending dawn.
The car raced along a painfully straight stretch of road,
and she hadn't so much as turned the steering wheel two degrees
in the last twenty minutes
no word was spoken.

As we were, so perfect, so happy.
They'll remember, only our smiles 'cause that's all they've
seen.
Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we
had drowned.
As we were, so perfect, so happy.

'Why are you doing this？' she spoke without expecting a
response.
Her voice penetrated the still air of our speechless drive, so
silent my heart had jumped.
'I'm not doing anything,' I said, but I didn't even believe that
myself.
'This is what's best, for me, for you, for us, or maybe just for
me,' I thought,
as a tear formed in the pit of her eye. The music poured through
the speakers
and we were losing ourselves in the cadence. She looked down
momentarily and closed her eyes
for a bit longer than a standard blink. Then she was crying.
Then she was shouting.
Then I was shouting, now pouring confessions, having no answers,
or solutions,
we barely even heard the questions.

As we were, so perfect, so happy.
They'll remember, only our smiles 'cause that's all they've
seen.
Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we
had drowned.
As we were, so perfect, so happy.

Don't put me underground, I was meant for a life somewhere else.
Please, love, give me the wheel, before both of our hearts
yield.
We'll steal tonight. (We'll steal tonight.)

As we were, so perfect, so happy.
Don't remember, only your smiles 'cause that's all they've seen.
Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we
had drowned.
As we were, so perfect, so happy.

Our cracking voices became part of the music.
The car pressed on faster through he night. As our voices
lowered,
The cadence again overtook the air.
Up ahead there was a curve approaching.
She made no indications of slowing.