the headlight coming at me Can't help but wonder Flying Flying in slow motion Wind through my hair and Speeding through the scenery of the wreckage
coming at me I can't help but wonder Flying, flying in slow motion The wind through my hair and Ripping through the scenery of the wreckage Is my secret
at me I can?t help but wonder Flying Flying in slow motion Wind through my hair And ripping through the scene that?s made of the wreckage It is not
Превод: Бајага. Олупине.
