The ghosts fly their asses off tonight Yuhu I'm just driving till it dies Tell him i'm driving, it's alright Lampen basteln You tell him that i had a skin-full You tell him that i couldn't sit still wavepoint.de Imagine your whole self is filled with light Your voice ringing out Flyer Druckerei Through the whole fucking town Oh my eyes it cannot be He said no, it cannot be All that time, it cannot be Oh my eyes, it cannot be
You tell him i'm driving You tell him i'm driving...