A Taste for Crime - American Hi-Fi

As the tires hit the road

I can navigate the burning snow

On a phantom way

We’ll glide until we melt and flow

Frozen you have chosen to be here

So as the misery takes hold

Swallow, drink it down

It doesn’t seem to hurt as much

Until you hit the ground

Follow me, we’ll hide behind the sun

The sky is breaking through

The universe will fight to shine

Beneath the dying moon

We learn, we own a taste for crime

Broken we are spoken, come on blue

So as the misery takes hold

Swallow, drink it down

It doesn’t seem to hurt as much

Until you hit the ground

Follow me, we’ll hide behind the sun

Well nobody seems to know

We suffered enough

Need to make the pitch black hours

Welcome the silence inside

Welcome the silence inside

So as the misery takes hold

Swallow, drink it down

It doesn’t seem to hurt as much

Until you hit the ground

Follow me, we’ll hide behind the sun

Follow me, we’ll hide behind the sun

Follow me, we’ll hide