Home is the backseat of your Honda-HRV
Heaven is wasted when you're so busy waiting for it

Anything can happen
And it feels like everything has
It's still everlasting
When it's slipping through the cracks in our hands

I pretend to sleep like a child clinging to a dream
Bury me in sand cover me in all your fresh laundry

Anything can happen
And it feels like everything has
It's still everlasting
When it's slipping through the cracks in our hands

Like ships in the night
Waiting for sunlight to break through the sound
Words that you found
I'm singing like it's the last time goodbye
Ships in the night
Waiting for sunlight to break through the sound
Words that you found
I'm singing like it's the last time goodbye

Anything can happen
And it feels like everything has
It's still everlasting
When it's slipping through the cracks in our hands