Driving the streets
The same roads leading you each night
The darker it gets, the faster you drive
The secrets you keep
But the answers that you give are lies
A white-knuckle wheel and glassy eye
And you burn all your satellites
Black buzz come dance with you tonight
Once was becomes what never will
Draw the shades down to the windowsill
You lie down to sleep
As the sun gives another day
The cold and the pain have faded away
The rays through the blinds
Draw lines across your bed
Asleep in your clothes
Alone in your head
And you burn all your satellites
Black buzz come dance with you tonight
Once was becomes what never will
When your hand clutches a dirty pill
And it's hard to know you'll be all right
When your blood's burning you inside
At the cliff now on your own free will
Draw the shades down to the windowsill
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Lyrics submitted by interpreter.