The wreckage (Hidden Track)
Speeding into the horizonDreaming of the sirensWishing for broken glass on a highwayIt could be so easy
The rhythm, rhythm of an engineAlways makes me emptyI see the headlights coming at meI can't help but wonder
Flying, flying in slow motionThe wind through my hair andRipping through the scenery of the wreckageIt's my secret need
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Speeding into the horizonDreaming of the sirensWishing for broken glass on a highwayIt could be so easy, uh