cAR tHE sHAPE oF sKY

words & music: dave claridge

This song is like a portrait of my friend,
Torn from a diary of girls and times,
But you live in the present space that fills my head,
Leave when you please, I'll never throw you out.

Ride, how we ride. High, so high.

My planet has many moons, my favourite being you,
You weave your tapestry upon my atmosphere,
I walk alone, did you walk with me last night?
this is how it feels to be free, and how I need it to be.

Ride, how we ride. High, so high.

I skim the trees and clouds upon my solar kite,
Right through the warm air scented by your memory.
Me and my friends are aliens who wanna get high, so high.
But you and I we ride in a car the shape of sky.

Ride, how we ride. High, so high.