I lift my head as the motorway lights retrieve their thread
Hanging on to me
A line of red is all I see
I wipe my eyes and the radio takes me by surprise
Singing songs to me
It tells us how were meant to be
Too late to drive away.
I wipe my eyes and the passing lights consume the skies
Racing over me
A line of red is all I see
So I revive the cigarette who's light had died
Breathing into me
Her silver smoke it talks to me
Too late to drive away.
And I don't need no time
Lost somewhere in this great divide
Taken by chance and racing here instead
And I don't need no time
With shadows cast from fading lights
Taken by chance and racing here instead
Hello, Bye bye.
There's some will somewhere, of that much I'm sure
Nu ką, nemaža tikimybė, kad vistik My Dying Bride nebus Kilkim Žaibu, atšaukė beveik visus šių metų pasirodymus. Tik organizatoriai kažkaip neskuba pranešti ir toliau reklamuoja..
guess I did make my name out of my drumming, and I have the big drum sets, and I'm doing all these crazy, odd-time signatures, so, yeah, I guess drumming was very important to what made me popular.