You make my days a little bit older
Your name on the stereo
In Little Tokyo
A pretty karaoke machine
You make my blood a little bit warmer
My analog telephone
System is overblown
Your lightning running all over me
Destinations, we'd soon arrive
Miami nights, put it in drive (Oh, yeah)
Hit 85, playing Celine Dion
A little Kelela, "Every Little Step"
"Dangerously in Love" and Starflyer 59
Stop on the interstate
Staring out, not a soul around
Stick our hands out the window and count it down
Feel that north Miami wind on our fingertips, uh
Fеlt like nothing in our lives could change this
I wish I could put this into tangiblе words
But every time I try, it's a slow shutter blur
I'm daydreaming of how we could eventually be
But every time, my heart ends up ahead of me