The red lights mean you're leaving
The white one's mean returning
T-tell me how this story ends
And I'll keep them fires burning
The headlights look like diamonds
The taillights burn like coals
T-tell me how this story ends
Before the fires go cold
The countryside's deserted
There's no one on the farms
The suburbs all are sleeping
The earthquakes set off car alarms
All after all now we aware
All after all the time we share
There's so much fears of world,
Types of world.
