Letras:Fanfarlo. Other. In The Trunk.

In the trunk of your car,
You don't have to know I think...
You don't have to know I think...
You don't have to know who you are,
Or where you're going.
Just buckle up for the ride.


In the trunk of your car,
You don't have to say, "I'll fly."
You don't have to say, "I'll fly."
You can sit with your glazed eyes
Fixed high on the sky and think
Of a way to leave the ground.
A way to leave the ground...


You could open up a dark place,
And it leaves a bitter taste.
You will simply have to stay
And wait...
For a way to leave the ground.
A way to leave the ground...
A way to leave the ground...