Writer(s): IGGY POP, RICKY GARDINER, RICKY GARDNERLyrics powered by www.musixmatch. : We don't know who we are until we're connected to someone else.I'm the passenger And I ride and I ride I ride through the city's backside I see the stars come out of the sky Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky You know it looks so good tonight I'm a passenger I stay under glass I look through my window so bright I see the stars come out tonight I see the bright and hollow sky Over the city's rip in the sky And everything looks good tonight Singin', la, la, la, la, lalalala la, la, la, la, lalalala la, la, la, la, lalalala lala Get into the car We'll be the passenger We'll ride through the city tonight See the city's ripped insides We'll see the bright and hollow sky We'll see the stars that shine so bright The sky was made for us tonight Oh the passenger How how he rides Oh the passenger He rides and he rides He looks through his window What does he see? He sees the sided hollow sky He see the stars come out tonight He sees the city's ripped backsides He sees the winding ocean drive And everything was made for you and me All of it was made for you and me 'Cause it just belongs to you and me So let's take a ride and see what's mine Singin', la, la, la, la, lalalala la, la, la, la, lalalala la, la, la, la, lalalala lala' Oh, the passenger He rides and he rides He sees things from under glass He looks through his window's eye He sees the things he knows are his He sees the bright and hollow sky He sees the city asleep at night He sees the stars are out tonight And all of it is yours and mine And all of it is yours and mine Oh, let's ride and ride and ride and ride Singin', la, la, la, la, lalalala la, la, la, la, lalalala la, la, la, la, lalalala lala Singin', la, la, la, la, lalalala la, la, la, la, lalalala la, la, la, la, lalalala.I wasn't supposed to leave.I belong here. We're just better human beings when with the person we're supposed to be with. We don't know who we are until we're connected to someone else. : Something happens at around 92 miles an hour - thunder-headers d.Those are the things to hold on to when you're broken. Those are the things that'll keep you whole. Iggy Pop gi pp1, nom de scène de James Newell Osterberg Jr., né le 21 avril 1947 à Muskegon dans le Michigan, est un chanteur, compositeur et acteur amér. Strength comes from the good things - your family, your friends, the satisfaction of hard work. I think the things that try to kill you make you angry and sad. There's an old saying, 'That what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger' I don't believe that. No matter what, you have to find the things that love you. I know you'll face pain, suffering, hard choices, but you can't let the weight of it choke the joy out of your life. Finding things that make you happy shouldn't be so hard. Appreciate them a little more - there's not many of them left. Maybe that's the lesson for me today, to hold on to these simple moments. Nothing else to worry about except what's right in front of you. Traffic, scenery, cops - just cardboard cutouts blowing over as you past. Something happens at around 92 miles an hour - thunder-headers drown out all sound, engine vibrations travels at a heart's rate, field of vision funnels into the immediate and suddenly you're not on the road, you're in it. I am the passengerAnd I ride and I rideI ride through the citys backsidesI see the stars come out of the skyYeah, theyre bright in a hollow skyYou know it.
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