The Metal Starts To Twist
I'm lost and looking for the sky, for moving parts and a place that doesn't rust.
For wheels that burn and a world that turns.
For a road that phantom cars still drive down while lovers long lost feel wind that's blown too long in silver hair.
You are the only map I know.
For wheels that burn and a world that turns.
For a road that phantom cars still drive down while lovers long lost feel wind that's blown too long in silver hair.
You are the only map I know.