

(hufff... hufff...)
Took the spark to the edge of the wood
Did the things that they said no one should
Now the rearview is catching the flare
And I'm running but there's nobody there
(hahaha... oh no)
I hear the engine behind me
No headlights but they will find me
(shhh...
quiet now)
Burn the bridge while I stand in the middle
Watch the wood turn to ash little by little
Running fast from the choices I made
In the glare of the fire that won't fade (yeah,
watch it burn)
Midnight spiral is taking the wheel
Losing sense of the things that are real
In the static, a beautiful mess
Under pressure, under infinite stress
No turning back now (no,
no, no) We go down,
we go down
Fading out... into the morning... (ahhhh...)