#the parallel lions

From a taxi on an overpass  In the mist-up of the windscreen glass  and the dull streaks of rain  and I recognise  something like pain  I keep on waiting on the turbulence to pass  I've got no means of knowing anything will last  I don't know much  just the taste of your heart  In the quickstep of the evening rush  In the swelter of the human crush  and the madness transpires  all my thoughts of you  are simple desires  I keep on waiting on the turbulence to pass  I've got no means of knowing anything will last  I don't know much  just the taste of your heart  one day I'm gonna wake up and find you  one day I'm gonna sit up and see you home  one day I'm gonna wake up and find you  one day I'm gonna sit up and see you gone  I keep on waiting on the turbulence to pass  I've got no means of knowing anything will last  I don't know much  Just the taste of your heart