Verse: Blanket us, bury us, in a bed of your hair. Twister twists in slow motion, as we wait in lie. Waste in the wind colored the sky, but only for a moment. I... hear your voice and I... know youre here. I hear your voice and I know youre here. Verse: Driving slow, speed, pink, morning, it doesnt matter the fine. You took it back, your white bandana; I thought Id asked you to leave. So blanket us and bury us in a bed of your hair. Chorus: