Tell him i'm driving, it's alright

Turning on this wheel

Turning on headlights

A hundred different bibles by my side

In my white gown i go flying down

Oh my eyes, it cannot be

He said no, it cannot be

All that time, it cannot be

Easy said, it cannot be



The ghosts fly their asses off tonight

I'm just driving till it dies

Tell him i'm driving, it's alright

You tell him that i had a skin-full

You tell him that i couldn't sit still

Imagine your whole self is filled with light

Your voice ringing out

Through the whole fucking town

Oh my eyes it cannot be

He said no, it cannot be

All that time, it cannot be

Oh my eyes, it cannot be



You tell him i'm driving

You tell him i'm driving...




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