Speeding into the horizon
Dreaming of the sirens

Wishing for broken glass on a highway

It could be so easy

The rhythm, the 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
Oh, the wreckage

It is my secret need

Ahhh... Ahhh...

Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhh...

Speeding into the horizon

Dreaming of the sirens

Wishing for broken glass on a highway

It could be so easy