Fading lights A car hits the end of the road Heard it disappear Ringing out like the end of a song
New heights When the mind hits a wall and breaks and hurricanes into art Like the edge of a man
I rest my head on the glass Hear my brain rattle round Rest my eyes on the past Feel my bones reaching back In the wind that cuts Like a blade to the bone My hair spread out Like the thoughts that I own Thoughts that I own Thoughts that I own Thoughts that I own Thoughts that I own
So I rest my foot on the gas Feel it all leaking out I rest the rest in my mind Feel it all blow out In the wind that cuts Like a blade to the bone My hair spread out Like the thoughts that I own Thoughts that I own Thoughts that I own Thoughts that I own Thoughts that I own
The wind that cuts Like a blade to the bone My hair spread out Like the thoughts that I own Thoughts that I own Thoughts that I own Brain rattle round Bones reaching back Wind that cuts Blade to the bone Hair spread out Thoughts that I ownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
