The Wreckage

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
See the headlights coming at me can't help but wonder
Flying, flying in slow motion
The wind through my hair and ripping through the scenery of the wreckage
It is my secret need
Speeding into the horizon dreaming of the sirens
Wishing for broken glass on a highway
It could be so easy