The Nile Club - Crowded Rooms

In the darkness of a car
In a parking lot
In the middle of the night
You are fogging up the glass
You are something else
I'm an insect in your light

In a hot and crowded room
I've lost sight of you
All the exits have been blocked
You are drifting out the window
In the August air
Past the treetops, and you're gone

When you awake, you will be found again

Life goes on

And now I'm lost
In the darkness of a car
In a parking lot
And now I wish that you were here
To drive me home