Look in the trees
Through the window at the moor
Like some
You play with my cheek, yeah
Whisper something I were born
Liquid light harmony
Wrapped around inside of me
Born out of trees
On a moonlit song
It's free

Shiny and warm, shiny and warm
Head in a storm, I'm driving home to you
Shiny and warm, shiny and warm
Licking tar, I'm almost there for you

Wind down the window
And feel [bad word] of air around my face
Breathe in the night
Wet and warm
Feel the [bad word] in
Look at the trees in the dark
Bending like a bony finger
Gravel flicks on a metal moon
Wild and free

Shiny and warm, shiny and warm
Head in a storm, I'm driving home to you
Shiny and warm, shiny and warm
Licking tar, I'm almost there for you

Light licks the tree
Feel [bad word] Cold air wrapped around my head
You play with my cheek, yeah
Whisper something, nearly dawn
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh

Shiny and warm, head in a storm
Licking tar, I'm driving home to [bad word] around [bad word] around
Coming around, I'm driving home to [bad word] around [bad word] around
Coming around, I'm almost there for you