Your knuckles whiten on the wheel The last thing that your hands will feel Your final flight can't be delayed Nowhere, just sky it's so serene Your pink fat lips let go a scream You fly and melt I love the scene
[chorus] Sometimes I fantasize When the streets are cold and lonely And the cars they burn below me Don't these times Fill your eyes When the streets are cold and lonely And the cars they burn below me Are you all alone Is anybody home?
I'm standing warm against the cold Now that the flames have taken hold At least you left your life in style
And for as far as I can see Ten twisted grills grin back at me Bad money dies I love the scene
[chorus] Sometimes I fantasize When the streets are cold and lonely And the cars they burn below me Don't these times Fill your eyes When the streets are cold and lonely And the cars they burn below me Are you all alone Are you made of stoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
