The heavens dropped a bag
Of red and white lights,
Pearls that keep the highway bright
And it feels like being born,
Night driving,
The moon hangs a dangerous height...
Terrible calm,
Terrible cold,
This dream i have
It's gold...
Easier now,
A place to go,
Vertigo...
And the faces drop like flies,
Their memory fades,
Into the rushing road below
And i can't take this night,
And any night,
They'll just try to tell me no...
Terrible calm,
Terrible cold,
This dream i have,
It's gold...
Easier now,
A place to go,
Vertigo...
And i am full of love and consequence
Merciful, the sky of coal...
The beauty of the cars' electirc light,
The speed with which their destinies glow...
Terrible calm,
Terrible joy,
This dream i have,
It's gold...
Easier now,
A place to go,
Vertigo,
Vertigo...
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