Flying Through The Scenery

the orange of the fire

the catch of the barbed wire

running through the woods can cost

across your chest your breath you've lost

we got here by back roads

the turns the breaks the hills that roll

seconds i would realize I never want to close my eyes

and here we are we're flying through the scenery

i hope you turn your head

to see the moon has set

miss it every time it goes

the further on the less i know