The Wreckage

Speeding into the horizon Dreaming of the sirens Wishing for broken gla*s on a 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 The wind through my hair and Ripping through the scenery of the wreckage Is my secret need Uhh uhh, uhh uhh, uhh uhh Ahh ahh, uh uhh uhh Speeding into the horizon Dreaming of the sirens Wishing for broken gla*s on a highway It could be so easy, uh