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Picture: Lark Wells, Mt. Helvellyn, England, September 2003


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

Words: Death Cab for Cutie, "Passenger Seat"