I am the passenger, I stay under glass. I look through my window so bright, I see the stars come out tonight. I see the bright and hollow sky over the city’s ripped backsides, and everything looks good tonight.
I am the passenger, I stay under glass. I look through my window so bright, I see the stars come out tonight. I see the bright and hollow sky over the city’s ripped backsides, and everything looks good tonight.