Your knuckles whiten on the wheel
The last thing that your hands will fell
Your final flight can't be delayed
No land just sky it's so serene
Your pink fat lips let go a scream
You fry and melt I love the scene
Sometimes I fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don't these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn bellow me
Are you alone
Is anybody home
(Igual ao primeiro verso)
I'M STANDING WARM AGAINST THE COLD