Letras
Sometimes at night
Alone on a highway what's been and what's nigh
Collapse to the middle from left and from right
Squeezing like bookends for blood, (it's a vice:
A habit to harvest my pain)
Septic and sweet,
The tragedy i just can't sweep off my feet:
What would i be if i weren't incomplete?
Logic has left us for dead in the street
It's watching me break my own heart
What if the past were not past?
And the future was here all along?
Every picture and song was not holding your place
in a line but reminding you it
Was al - ways here
Time is a one-way street and
We're all strapped in to the rear-facing seat
The street still existed with all of its secrets
Before we could see it
And the places we pass
We just see through the glass
But we can't go back someone's foots on the gas
But we're screaming directions and hoping for best
And we'll measure success
By results that we get
But we're all strapped in.
What if the past is not past?
And the future was here all along?
Every picture and song was not holding your place
In a line but reminding you it
Was always here.