Frosty da snowman
Bluelighter
You grip the wheel somewhere between tight and loose
Maybe your arms even pulse, tensing with the beat
A long stream of headlights coming towards you
Blinding frantic and mad,looking like the torches of an old school horror movie mob, rushing endlessly towards their beast
The music loud, mumbling and fogettable
Drowned by the ghost whispers in your ears
In your head
In your heart
A soundtrack to the memory reel draped over the windshield
The sun takes rest fading like the miles
This is twilight driving.
Maybe your arms even pulse, tensing with the beat
A long stream of headlights coming towards you
Blinding frantic and mad,looking like the torches of an old school horror movie mob, rushing endlessly towards their beast
The music loud, mumbling and fogettable
Drowned by the ghost whispers in your ears
In your head
In your heart
A soundtrack to the memory reel draped over the windshield
The sun takes rest fading like the miles
This is twilight driving.
