We rule these nights with an iron-clad fist
We stand in intersections
And scream melodies to what never was or always is

These car seats become thrones to these winding roads
And as her hands wind into mine
With a head on the window pane

Her tears will paint landscapes
(She creates art while drifting in and out of sleep)
Somewhere in the back of your head

There's a typewriter writing your paperback romance
(It's fighting and struggling)
Covered in sweat

Recovering from the last time you tried to smother it in it's sleep
And it can't right if it can't breath
And if it can't write then there's nothing for you to be afraid of

So for now, in the bright lights, I just watch you dance
Twirl and spin
While to the music you're singing

Repeating again and again
Repeating again and again
That's more than a dress

Repeating again and again