I drive the lost highway;
My headlights casting shadows on the hollow road.
Flickers in the mirror;
I’m haunted by the spectre of a promise I broke.
Oh it’s making me shiver,
I never should’ve listened to the whispers of snakes.
I’m a cold-hearted-killer,
Running from the memories I cannot escape.
Time was slipping through my hands;
All the grains of falling sand.
Time was slipping through my hands
When I killed you.
I drive the lost highway;
My headlights casting shadows on the hollow road.
I sing in the choir on Sunday mornings
to remind me that my God is my hope.
Oh I walk on a tightrope
Between the girl I am and who I think I should be.
After everything I’ve done,
Does heaven have a room or is there no vacancy?
Time was slipping through my hands;
All the grains of falling sand.
Time was slipping through my hands
When I killed you.
After everything I’ve done,
Does heaven have a room or is there no vacancy?
Time was slipping through my hands;
All the grains of falling sand.
Time was slipping through my hands
When I killed you.
I think it's difficult to write songs about something other than romantic love, and still be able to communicate the intensity with which those feelings can hit a person. Some of the entries on this album are fantastic examples of this niche. dani_bloop
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