Wreckage

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 -