The evening draws to a close br Excuses are made and we br - say our goodbyes br br On the drive home br you sleepily tell br - me you love me br br I smile, soft, bemused br ask 'why? ', not br - that you say br br But why, after all these years br why do you br - still love me? br br I cannot think of reasons anymore br perhaps because br - it is so late br br Though perhaps also it's br that we no longer br - need reasons br br When we were strangers still br we did, as love was br - spiced with fear br br But do we now? I ask, and turn br to see your reply br - but you are sleeping br - head on seatbelt.