Hands tight on the wheelFour spinning tiresAnd just you and meThe road our reasonThe night our guideWe let all pasts Fade in the rear-viewThe smell of..
The signs have diedThat elusive sparkTook windWith my mindIn it's madnessI shookTrembled from the wastePain remainsOnly for a secondWhere my messenger..
just until a split secondbefore you closed your eyesI was safethe moment seemed to pass by all to quickmaybe I was ashamedon the insideit was as if yo..
sleep comes like a mangler machine from my dreamsit exhumes all which I have fought to withholda strangled swallow weeps in memorywhich I have all but..