Letra de The Wreckage
Speeding into the horizon Dreaming of the sirens Wishing for broken glass on a highway It could be so easyThe rhythm, the rhythm of an engine Always makes me empty I see the headlights coming at me I can't help but wonderI'm flying, flying in slow motion The wind through my hair And ripping through the scenery Oh, the wreckage It is my secret need(Uh, uh, uh)Speeding into the horizon Dreaming of the sirens Wishing for broken glass on a highway It could be so easy