The Wreckage

Speeding into the horizon
Dreaming of the sirens
Wishing for her broken glass on a highway
It could be so easy
The rhythm, rhythm of an engine
Always makes me empty
See the headlights coming at me Can’t help but wonder
Flying, flying in slow motion
The wind through my hair
And ripping through the scenery
Of the wreckage
It is my secret need
Uh, uh, uh Speeding into the horizon
Dreaming of the sirens
Wishing for her broken glass on a highway
It could be so easy