The 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 scenery, oh, the wreckage

It is my secret need

Speeding

Into the horizon

Dreaming of the siren

Wishing for her broken glass on the highway

It could be so easy