Headlights - The Classic Crime

A summer drive away from dying: a broken heart nothing to lose.

I know it hurts so bad just trying to please the ones you hate to love.

And I wrote this note about someone I used to know

so I’d remember how life can be so short when your left alone to wonder

how it is someone opens and shuts the door.

I know your cold but come home.

It’s a shame how short we all have come.

You set your mind on cruise control;

knuckles grip the wheel in fear to let it go.

Love is empty, love is cruel, love it blindly breaks the rules.

How could you have been a fool?

It’s something all of us go through.

You choke back tears and swallow lies but those wiper blades won’t fix you eyes,

count on having clouded vision for at least a little while.

And I know you’re cold but come home: it’s a shame how short we all have come.

And I know you’re cold but come home.

Please don’t face the headlights of the oncoming cars along.

We wont forget the past.

We wont forget the past.

(And I know you’re cold)

Say all the answers and I will let you go I wont look back

and I wont look back.

Say all the answers

and I will let you go.

I will let you go.

I will let you go Say all the answers and I will let you go I won’t look back

I won’t look back.

Please don’t face the headlights of the oncoming cars along

and I will let you go.