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

Oh, speeding into the horizon
Dreaming of the sirens
Wishing for broken glass on a highway
It could be so easy

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): VANESSA CARLTON