A Shot To The Stars

When we came up, shot to the stars
It was painless, we couldn’t run far
And in a heart-attack, we clutched at our chests
And in a truck, we searched for the crests
I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down)
I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel)
I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down)
I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel)
You’re my lifeline, under a rest
And you can see it all on my chest
And in a lifetime of beauty and tests
In the trucks, we search for the crests
I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down)
I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel)
I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down)
I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel)
I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down)
I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel)