Crash کے بول

Your car passed my street today But no one was driving It must be a metaphor for losing my mind Moving slow, but way out of control I'm standing amongst you all and nobody's listening So hold on to something still... Hold on to something still... I can't stop this rocket ship From lifting me higher It's sort of like wedding bells that clamor in silence Moving slow, but way out of control We grew writh the speed of light But crashed in the night So hold on to something still... Hold on to something still... So do you listen to the system in your ear? Sounds like a whisper... Can you picture anything? We grew writh the speed of light But crashed in the night So hold on to something still... Hold on to something still...