LA Traffic (/) کے بول

God it was stupid, how we met I saw you through your windshield, looking so frantic, in a mess Apparent you were stressed and LA traffic Man, I get it, so, I turned my blinker off and said go ahead And when you smiled back, oh, I caught it The slightest glimpse of your freckles Took me back when I was in Iceland All alone and looked to the heavens, they were smiling Now I know that they were telling me you were coming But it came crashing down When I saw him walk out He said your name out loud What an awful sound I wish we met sooner