Lyric The Devil Wears Prada - To The Key Of Evergreen

You hang your hand out the car window
We travel by the roadway’s hum
See the signs pass
Watch the fields go by
Every mailbox, every streetlight

Right here with me: exist amongst the wheat
Amidst the leaves you watch listlessly
To the key of Evergreen, I listen to the whisper
We’ll climb the mountains before we meet the sea
The rain will stop eventually
I’ll drive slow across black ice
And you’ll be safe to rest your eyes

Soon enough the sun will go down but it’s no bother
I’m not tired
It's no bother
I'm not tired, I'm not tired

“Beyond the tilled plain, beyond the toy roofs, there would be a low suffusion of inutile loveliness, a low sun in a platinum haze with a warm, peeled-peach tinge pervading the upper edge of a two-dimensional, dove-grey cloud fusing with the distant amorous mist. There might be a line of spaced trees silhouetted against the horizon, and hot still noons above a wilderness of clover, and Claude Lorrain clouds inscribed remotely into misty azure with only their cumulus part conspicuous against the neutral swoon of the background. Or again, it might be a stern el greco horizon, pregnant with inky rain, and a passing glimpse of some mummy-necked farmer, and all around alternating strips of quick-silverish water and harsh green corn, the whole arrangement opening like a fan…”

We’ll climb the mountains before we meet the sea
The rain will stop eventually
I’ll drive slow across black ice
And you’ll be safe to rest your eyes...

We’ll climb the mountains before we meet the sea
The rain will stop eventually
I’ll drive slow across black ice
And you’ll be safe to rest your eyes

My lovely, my lovely - you’ll be safe to rest your eyes