(whisper)
Get demolished
You get demolished
At junction eight the traffic starts to slow
Artilleries of braking lights and bluish glow
Ascending in a plumage of twisted steel
Shattered glass and confetti dashed upon the wheel
When a car crash gets you off you've lost your grip
When a fuck is not enough you know you've slipped
When a church is full it means you've just been had
When the world has gone to seed you're so detached
Got a feeling that I want you to be there
Got a feeling that I want you to be
Got a feeling that I want you to be there
Driving by on my way to somewhere else
I fill my lungs with a noxious burning smell
There is weed and grey concrete like this for miles
Dead souls in my rear view mirror hitch a ride a while
I want to be loved
Just want to be loved...
