You carry me, you elevate me.
And there are no red lights.
You carry me, untangle me.
Together on the asphalt.
Through the air duct
the smells reach me.
And through your sunglasses
I see your hands coming, they are burning hot.
Run through the palm lines.
Run remembering the short cuts
there won't be anybody who will know where to find us.
You carry me, I go awake.
There are flowers on the roofs.
You carry me, without us realizing.
We go through the puddles.
The air hits our faces.
Listening to the "Smashing" on the radio.
I look in the rear mirror,
and a bunch of dogs follow our trail.
Run through the palm lines.
Run remembering the short cuts
there won't be anybody who will know where to find us.
Run through the palm lines.
Run remembering the short cuts
there won't be anybody who will know where to find us.