Can't see the lights or the blue orange signs.
Can't see the road or the long white lines.
Feeling the ground through the pedals in the floor,
Feeling death pounding at the door.
Windows all open, chaos in my hair,
Driving me 'round and leaving me there.
Cover my eyes and we'll die driving blind.
Cover my trail and we'll leave life behind.
All at once, too much light.
Captured and frozen, hear no sound.
Bright flashes penetrate,
Glowing, flowing, lifting off the ground.