كلمات Questing, Not Coasting

Questing, I am not coasting Nor will I ever Despite this weather I said.. Hey you, what's new? I know your face Hey you, what's new? Let's go some place My thoughts that fled my loosening grip I need to connect to you now On our knees against the window sill Watching the sheet lightening fly Our hands caught spray from the open window A blanket of light, a whitewashed sky You move your frame Into the shape. The window makes A lunar flame. Static headlights glow In the flooded streets below The TV turns to snow Gutters weep with overflow I said... Hey you, what's new? I know your face And I need to connect to you now On our knees against the window sill Watching the sheet lightening fly Our hands caught spray from the open window A blanket of light, a whitewashed sky Thanks for coming by It's such a dreadful night A net curtain flashes Outside the rain it lashes Frozen stardust falls Wide eyes can see it all On our knees against the window sill Watching the sheet lightening fly Our hands caught spray from the open window And we're on our knees against the window sill Watching the sheet lightening fly Our hands caught spray from the open window Thanks for coming by.