Watch a line on a screen, watch me fade I'm fast asleep, watching a number drop too low Close the wounds, shut the door, I can't help you anymore I'll drive fast, but you're dying faster
And you'll keep us guessing way into the morning Your life is an off switch away
Am I going to get out? It's not safe here for me
I could practice this every day, but hurricanes they make things change Eyes have died; blood has dried on him Close the wounds shut the door I can't help you anymore I'll drive fast, but you're dying faster
There's not very long to go now I wish there was more that I could do for you now