Sparks

In a 91 that still runs but barely

Writing your name on the fog on winter windows in the morning

In a life like the tree branches on my street

Clipped back to make room for the power lines to pass

Please describe the details to me

On the window in backseat it is snowing

Pieces falling down all around me

In the dark watching for sparks of recovery

Everything's alright

We'll be home in just a few more miles

Souls of the dead are dancing

Mary-Anne dream in bed where you were sleeping

Dead yellow flowers on the dash to remember

What really keeps this cracked engine running

Please describe the details to me

On the window in the backseat it's snowing

Pieces falling down all around me

In the dark watching for sparks of recovery

Everything's alright

We'll be home in just a few more miles

Bear flags and primary colours

On the wall to remember the real meaning of failure

Golden mistakes

These decisions that we're making on an icy road at night and it's snowing

Pieces falling down all around me

In the dark watching for sparks of recovery

Everything's alright

We'll be home in just a few more miles