Sitting here by the window
It's this same point of view

Little houses big houses
That old same road
You're driving fast
and the flashing lights

I see you're moving in motions
and everything else stays still
I see a larger picture
I switch my point of view

Watching the darkness comes
as the changes of time
Still you're driving fast
and the flashing lights

Still
I'm sitting here by the window
Darkness turns into day
These sounds keep on echoing
"What could it be
in another perspective?"

The darker it gets
The brighter the lights
Still you're driving fast
and the flashing lights

No need to shutter the window
I've come back to this point of view