Speeding into the horizon
Dreaming of the sirens
Wishing for broken glass on a highway
It could be so easy
Rhythm, rhythm of an engine
Always makes me empty
I see the headlights coming at me
Can't help but wonder
I'm flying, flying in slow motion
Wind through my hair
And ripping through the scenery
Oh the wreckage is my secret need
Speeding into the horizon
Dreaming of the sirens
Wishing for broken glass on a highway
It could be so easy
