We are scenes rushing by, and it's love that keeps us alive.
we are scenes rushing by, and it's love that keeps us alive.
On the corner of California and Mason,
I step off the curb, and then I face it.
In the headlights, I see it flash.
Like a slow motion rocketblast. I'm flying through the air,
and now i see that every sign was there.
I'm falling through time, and I keep repeating this line:
We are scenes rushing by, and it's love that keeps us alive.
we are scenes rushing by, and it's love that keeps us alive.
I cant tell if I'm dying, or falling in love, or all of the above.
In this ocean of feeling, I remember every scene,
and feel them being washed clean.
The pavement becomes clouds, the ground is spinning around,
and memories are turned upside down.
I'm falling through time, and I keep repeating this line:
We are scenes rushing by, and it's love that keeps us alive.
we are scenes rushing by, and it's love that keeps us alive.
We're already dead, living in someone's head.
As a flashback, as a memory, as a photograph with a love note on the back.
We're already dead, living in someone's head.
As a flashback, as a memory, as a photograph with a love note on the back.
I'm falling through time, and I keep repeating this line:
We are scenes rushing by, and it's love that keeps us alive.
(Living in someone's head, as a flash back, as a memory,
as a photograph with a love note on the back)
We are scenes rushing by, and it's love that keeps us alive.
(Living in someone's head, as a flash back, as a memory,
as a photograph with a love note on the back)
You cant ignore your fate...
we are scenes rushing by, and it's love that keeps us alive.
On the corner of California and Mason,
I step off the curb, and then I face it.
In the headlights, I see it flash.
Like a slow motion rocketblast. I'm flying through the air,
and now i see that every sign was there.
I'm falling through time, and I keep repeating this line:
We are scenes rushing by, and it's love that keeps us alive.
we are scenes rushing by, and it's love that keeps us alive.
I cant tell if I'm dying, or falling in love, or all of the above.
In this ocean of feeling, I remember every scene,
and feel them being washed clean.
The pavement becomes clouds, the ground is spinning around,
and memories are turned upside down.
I'm falling through time, and I keep repeating this line:
We are scenes rushing by, and it's love that keeps us alive.
we are scenes rushing by, and it's love that keeps us alive.
We're already dead, living in someone's head.
As a flashback, as a memory, as a photograph with a love note on the back.
We're already dead, living in someone's head.
As a flashback, as a memory, as a photograph with a love note on the back.
I'm falling through time, and I keep repeating this line:
We are scenes rushing by, and it's love that keeps us alive.
(Living in someone's head, as a flash back, as a memory,
as a photograph with a love note on the back)
We are scenes rushing by, and it's love that keeps us alive.
(Living in someone's head, as a flash back, as a memory,
as a photograph with a love note on the back)
You cant ignore your fate...