Purser - Out Of Hand

She breaks, as the stoplight changes red
In shotgun, four words rip through my head
"She is right there."
"She is right there."

She drums on the steering wheel with her thumb
My heart starts to fight it's way to my tongue
Cause she is right there
Oooh, she is RIGHT there

I wanna say "Tell me why it feels important when I cook you dinner?"
"Tell me why I wish I knew you when I was a child?"
"Tell me why you've been alone for so long
When you'd never would need
{to} be again?"
I won't let it
If you'd let it
Gеt out of hand
I'm nauseous from saying none of thesе things
She turns on her song and I'm idling
Idolizing that wild way that she sings
She doesn't care. No-oo, she might not care

I wanna cry out "Tell me why all this confusion is horribly simple?"
"Tell me what lives in my sleep that is trying to get out?"
"Tell me why knowing you're in the next seat makes me ache, like a taut rubber band?"
Oh I would let it
If you'd let it
Get out of hand. and-

When did this slow lighting strike me and make every hair stand on end when she calls me? And-
When did her name sound so different?
And when did she slip her hand in my yellow coat pocket?

She says "Tell me why stoplights take so goddamn long to start changing?"
(whispers: "sorry")
I tell her that "change can be scary" and she cracks a smile!
She-
Gives her hand back to the wheel
And in rushes an absence I cannot withstand
Oh, I'd regret it if I ever let it
Ooo get out of hand
Out of hand
Oh, out of hand
Out of hand
Oh