Speeding into the horizon   Dreaming of the sirens   Wishing for broken glass on a highway   It could be so easy      The rhythm, rhythm of an engine   Always makes me empty   See the headlights coming at me   Can't help but wonder      Flying, flying in slow motion   The wind through my hair   And ripping through the scenery   Of the wreckage   It is my secret need      Uh, uh, uh...      Speeding into the horizon   Dreaming of the sirens   Wishing for broken glass on a highway   It could be so easy