o piano, a letra, a voz...hoje estamos assim

I roll the window down

And then begin to breathe in

The darkest country road

And the strong scent of evergreen

From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

Then looking upwards

I strain my eyes and try

To tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites

From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

"do they collide?" 

I ask and you smile.

With my feet on the dash

The world doesn't matter.

When you feel embarrassed then i'll be your pride

When you need directions then i'll be the guide

For all time. 

For all time.