Striking as the thunder
You’ve blown me
Steady, ready, fire
Just fire please;
This room’s filled with answers
Brightly smoking
Us two, broken flowers
In god’s hand;
Look what we’re not
We drove down the fast-lane
Two guns, just one shot
We drove down the fast lane

You used to keep me grounded

I watch the shore of his napе
Flared by the light;
All I have got arе my keys to hold tight; sharpening out your new fangs

You bit me strong
With words colder than this
October evening
Pull the triggered omen
You know my spots
My silver tongue has no keys
To close doors
This room is filled of the answers
Bloody as wine
To mark the lips of time;
See what we’re not:
We drove down the fast-lane
Two guns just one shot
Us blown on the fast lane
You used to keep me grounded

While we’ve drove down
We’ve drove down the fast-lane;
Two birds, just one shot
Why we drove down
We drove down the fast-lane

You used to keep me grounded