SPEAKING FOR OURSELVES...
C R A S H - A N D - B U R N
"So many flowers by the roadside... Candles put there just for you... Where our eyes met for the first time... The only time... The night we crashed and burned.
We're all lined up... The starting grid is at the bottom of my drive... I'm ready for the race... The day can take you anywhere... The wind is blowing through my hair... And I'm in love for the last time.
Quicksilver flowing past safe little worlds... The light plays on the dashboard, signalling the twilight hour... Metallic demons fly... Sold to us in our dreams... Pursue for pursuit's sake... Ambition to out-run the world.
We're all lined up... The starting grid is at the bottom of my drive... I'm ready for the race... The day can take you anywhere... The wind is blowing through my hair... And I'm in love for the last time.
Below the flux made by the headlights are the dwellings of the loved ones... Just children who may one day see a less polluted world... As for tonight I'll just race by... Trusting my staring tired eyes... Drift into tiny dreams... Awoken by your frozen scream...
Drive... Drive... Drive... Drive...
We're all lined up... The starting grid is at the bottom of my drive... I'm ready for the race... The day can take you anywhere... The wind is blowing through my hair... And I'm in love for the last time."