Speeding
Into the horizon
Dreaming of the siren

Wishing for her broken glass on the highway
It could be so easy


The rhythm
Rhythm of an engine
Always makes me empty

I see the headlights coming at me
I can't help but wonder


Flying
Flying in slow motion
Wind through my hair

And ripping through the scene that's made of the wreckage
It is not a secret


Speeding
Into the horizon
Dreaming of the siren

Wishing for her broken glass on the highway
It could be so easy