PARKING LOT 歌词

Yellow lines fading under old blue paint Cart stuck sideways in an empty lane Half a Moon caught in the power lines You kick a stone Say you’re killing time Parking lot constellations All these gum-stuck stars We map out our frustrations On the hoods of beaten cars If the sky won’t give us omens We’ll draw our own salvation From these parking lot Parking lot constellations Flickering sign says “open” though it’s late Moths keep slamming into their mistakes You trace shapes in oil on the ground Say Guess we’re still here Guess that counts Parking lot constellations All these gum-stuck stars We map out our frustrations On the hoods of beaten cars If the sky won’t give us omens We’ll draw our own salvation From these parking lot Parking lot constellations You ask What’s next? I shrug This, I guess But your laugh breaks wide Like the dawn out west If the world feels too big We can shrink it to this space Parking lot constellations All these gum-stuck stars We map out our frustrations On the hoods of beaten cars If the sky won’t give us omens We’ll draw our own salvation From these parking lot Parking lot constellations