Tiltmeter - Point Of View текст песни

Point of View- I'm running my finger across the seat in places where the driver cannot see. Just changing positions with eyes on the road at all times. Whatever lies ahead appears on signs somewhere in the distance. I think I need another point of view from windows and headlights. All that they can say as I turn blue is 'aren't you having a good time?' As silent as the man behind the wheel I trace around the cursive lines and steer in either direction waiting for a dead end. Check my pulse and count to ten. Reach our destination soon or bury me alive. I never meant to be this confused, in lack of a good time. Hold my breath and count to ten while passing in and out and then ignore the drivers' verbal blow. Pay the fare and go.