You make my days A little bit older Your name on the stereo In Little Tokyo My pretty karaoke machine And you make my blood A little bit warmer My analog telephone System is overblown Your lightning running all over me Destinations We'd soon arrive Miami nights Put it in drive, hit 85 Playing Celine Dion, a little Kelela Every Little Step, Dangerously In Love And Starflyer 59 Stop on the interstate Staring out, not a soul around Stick our hands out of the window and count it down Feel that North Miami wind on our fingertips Felt like nothing in our lives could change this I wish I could put this into tangible words But every time I try its a slow shutter blur I'm daydreaming of how we could eventually be But every time my heart ends up ahead of me
