Perpetual Shaving Cut (You're Like A)

There’s a couple of types of silence - on a highway drive One is the peace we used to hear - the other is the deafening now You’re like a perpetual shaving cut, opening up again Too many bugs on the windshield - can’t see the road ahead When was the last time either of us - were not afraid to let go of the wheel You’re like a perpetual shaving cut, opening up again Relentless frustration I want a vacation I’m tired of this movie I wanna write a new one The trail that’s been left behind - is never really far away The neon flash of the rear-view mirror is constantly stealing our attention You’re like a perpetual shaving cut, opening up again