Tell me how brief our four years was
and i’ll show you a maze of our memories
A scene will start to fade into view:
You and I, boarding a bus towards nowhere/without a clue
Remember the chill of the air from outside,
the juddering motion as we sped through the night,
the graffiti scrawled on the seat,
and our tickets jammed in our fingertips
Yes, we’re passengers in this bus called love
sitting side by side
Yes, we’re passengers in this fleeting lull
Holding hands while making love
closer together
partners and lovers
Yes, we’re passengers
As the bus speeds through the night
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