the heavens dropped a bag
of red and white lights,
pearls that keep the highway brightand it feels like being born,
night driving,
the moon hangs a dangerous height...terrible calm,
terrible cold,
this dream i have
it's gold...easier now,
a place to go,
vertigo...
and the faces drop like flies,
their memory fades,
into the rushing road belowand i can't take this night,
and any night,
they'll just try to tell me no...terrible calm,
terrible cold,
this dream i have,
it's gold...easier now,
a place to go,
vertigo...and i am full of love and consequence
merciful, the sky of coal...
the beauty of the cars' electirc light,
the speed with which their destinies glow...
terrible calm,
terrible joy,
this dream i have,
it's gold...easier now,
a place to go,
vertigo,vertigo...