Lyrics: Julia Breit/Matthias Oldofredi
Music: Julia Breit/Matthias Oldofredi
I’ve been dreaming about it lately
Even if I am wide awake
Got the radio station playing
Everything I hear is fake
And the needles moving faster
Numbers going up
When I am driving in my honda
Speakers blowing up, yeah
And we drive around town
Building’s getting bigger
Getting smaller by time
And we talk for hours
Eyes won’t dry
Good kids wake up
When the sun don’t shine
I think you’re more than just a piece of art
We keep on driving, driving, driving
You put your hand on my beating heart
We keep on trying, trying, trying
We keep on trying, trying, trying
We keep on trying, trying, trying
In the city where I am taking hits
My parents used to dance
Never seen much of the world
They never really took a chance
Understand tainted sky
The concrete’s spreading out so wide
Everyone knows everything
There’s no place you can go to hide
And we drive around town
Building’s getting bigger
Getting smaller by time
And we talk for hours
Eyes won’t dry
Good kids wake up
When the sun don’t shine
I think you’re more than just a piece of art
We keep on driving, driving, driving
You put your hand on my beating heart
We keep on trying, trying, trying
We keep on trying, trying, trying
We keep on trying, trying, trying
I think you’re more than just a piece of art
We keep on driving, driving, driving
You put your hand on my beating heart
We keep on trying, trying, trying
We keep on trying, trying, trying
We keep on trying, trying, trying