Žodžiai dainai: Calexico. Carried to Dust. Slowness.

Miles of highway poppies
A stretch of maybe flowers past Signal Hill away
We were parked and searching
For a hubcap rolling into the fields of thorn

Although we couldn't see a thing that night
And the stars in their slowness
And their slowness took us by surprise

If I never told you how you helped to rescue
The car and all inside
Remember roads were steep and
You and I went sliding down the grade from Gate's Pass

You asleep and me behind the wheel
Hovering in, in that slowness
And that slowness has never gone away

Although we couldn't see a thing that night
And the stars still shone and the stars still shone
And the stars still shone

In their slowness, in their slowness
In their slowness, in their slowness
And their slowness has never gone away