Armrest - The Deadly Syndrome

On the armrest in the car, you rest your arm

And the bridges and city fly by

Talking to someone about something

You nod inside

Attention turns

And you turn away your eyes

I poured a glass of milk

Sat on the couch

Turned the TV off, turned it on again

Yeah oh yeah

On the car ride home

You refuse to talk about it

On the long drive home

You refuse to talk about it

On the car ride home

You refuse to talk about it

On the long drive home

You refuse to talk about it

As the sky the turns from gray to gold

You stay inside

Rest your head and at last you close your eyes