The Wreckage - Vanessa Carlton

Speeding into the horizon

Dreaming of the sirens

Wishing for her 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 her broken glass on a highway

It could be so easy