Well, I can go a million miles an hour
Well, I've been bored so try to drag me down into the night
But if in the morning, in the sun, in the arms of a miracle [bad word] back and see where you're from
I can see the sun is on the rise
The pulse is strong, it warms you but it's you they left behind
But in the breath before you go in the arms of a miracle [bad word] back and see where you've gone
It's starts as a battle of luck
In the end it's in the hands of a ghost
I can go a million miles an hour
But I can't see the sun upon the rise
I can go a million miles an hour
I can see the solitary, the thoughts you feel are fine
But it starts as a battle of luck
Well, then when it ends you're in the hands of a ghost
Lay it down, yeah