thinking Of you

When the sun rises you get moving
Head straight to the place that makes you feel this way
No stops and no turning around
Just these four wheels carrying you toward hell.

When the sun rises you get moving
Head straight to the place that makes you feel this way
No stops and no turning around
Just these four wheels carrying you toward hell.

When the sun rises you get moving
Head straight to the place that makes you feel this way
No stops and no turning around
Just these four wheels carrying you toward hell.


The moon shines artificially by the sun
The sun receives no credit
Do all the work
No rest
And never get what you deserve.

Rest you head now
As the sun rises and moon shines
They’ll be chaos and fright
Buy you now get to sleep tight.

by SecretsLie
posted on 11/04/2009