driving the street,
the same roads leading you each night.
the darker it gets, the faster you drive.
the secrets you keep,
but the answers that you give are lies.
a white knuckle wheel and glasssy eyes
and you burn all your satellite,
black [bad word] dance with you tonight.
"once was" [bad word] a "never will", [bad word] shades into the window sill.
you lie down to sleep,
as the sun begins another day.
the cold and the pain have faded away.
the rays through the blind,
draw lines across your bed.
asleep in your clothes, alone in your head.
and you burn all your satellite,
black [bad word] dance with you tonight.
"once was" [bad word] a "never will",
when your ?language? is a dirty pill.
and it's hard to know that you'll be allright ,
when your blood is burning you inside.
at the cliff now on your own free will, [bad word] shades into the window sill.