Soleil

Sights like these deserve happier eyes

Sights like these mean nothing to the cold seat by my side

The radio's a devil, goddamn the busted dial

The score of a shared night haunts this lonely one for miles

As we rolled over golden meadow and creek

Your gaze wandered homewards to silver spires beyond the peaks

In troubled minds the wilds can weave disturbing spells

Sometimes I swear I nearly crash into myself

Oh Soleil, oh zephyr soft

I wish you'd cut my head right off

I'm down to siphons at rest stops