Speeding into the horizon Dreaming of the sirens Wishing for broken glass on a 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 The wind through my hair and Ripping through the scenery of the wreckage Is my secret need
Uhh uhh, uhh uhh, uhh uhh Ahh ahh, uh uhh uhh Speeding into the horizon Dreaming of the sirens Wishing for broken glass on a highway It could be so easy, uh Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
