The wreckage
Vanessa Carlton
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 scene that's made of the wreckage
It is not a secret
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 scene that's made of the wreckage
It is not a secret
Izvajalec: Vanessa Carlton