You make my days
A little bit older
Your name on the stereo
In Little Tokyo
My pretty karaoke machine
And you make my blood
A little bit warmer
My analog telephone
System is overblown
Your lightning running all over me
Destinations
We'd soon arrive
Miami nights
Put it in drive, hit 85
Playing Celine Dion, a little Kelela
Every Little Step, Dangerously In Love
And Starflyer 59
Stop on the interstate
Staring out, not a soul around
Stick our hands out of the window and count it down
Feel that North Miami wind on our fingertips
Felt like nothing in our lives could change this
I wish I could put this into tangible words
But every time I try its a slow shutter blur
I'm daydreaming of how we could eventually be
But every time my heart ends up ahead of me
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