Have to drive

The cracked and vulnerable. The sick. The tired. It's hard to keep from tearing up when listening to this on the bus. It's too similar to... Me. I don't like feeling too scared to go outside. I'm scared of winter and I'm scared of summer and I don't quite know if it's going to get any better.

Her voice is, as always, crucial to the tone of the song. I love the bridge. Cold colours. A story of sorts. I'm not sure.

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I have to drive
I have my reasons, dear
it's cold outside
I hate the seasons here

I suffer morning most of all
I feel so powerless and small
by ten o'clock I'm back in bed
fighting the jury in my head

you learn to drive
it's only natural, dear
you drive all night
we haven't slept in years

we suffer mornings most of all
we saw you lying in the road
we tried to dig a decent grave
but it's still no way to behave

it is a delicate position
spin the bottle
pick the victim
catch a tiger
switch direction
if he hollers
break his ankles
to protect him
we'll have to drive
they're getting closer
just get inside
it's almost over

we will save your brothers
we will save your cousins
we will drive them far away
from streets and lights
from all signs of bad mankind

we suffer mornings most of all
wake up all bleary eyed and sore
forgetting everything we saw
I'll meet you in an hour
at the car