Paroles: Umbrellas. Comfort In Suffering.

So often I'd stand on my front porch
and I'd watch the car wrecks all night long

it's Christmas Eve, and I've
had too much to drink
the house is quiet
and neat
and I can't help
but to think

our tires are spinning
soaring through the air
I see your face, out of control
so calm, but you're not scared
the song on the radio is perfect
we're floating through the air
but you're not scared

some cars, they drive by
way too fast
while others, they play it safe
and I play it safe now

the tires are spinning
soaring through the air
I see your face, out of control
so calm, but you're not scared
the song on the radio's perfect
you're floating through the air
and you're not scared