A slick on the tarmac, a corner from nowhere
the needle's touching ninety
and I don't want to hurry you (don't want to hurry you)
and the road hits the roof as the car turns over
I watch you going backwards
and the seal of your life now lies there broken.
And it feels like a miracle
tonight I watch you going backwards
and the glass in your lap, and the glass in your face
lies
glinting in red
and the road hits the roof as the car turns over
I feel you there beside me
and my hand comes away from the back of your head
glinting in red
To see you stand and take my hand
would have to be a miracle
You're laying still beside the wheel
so twisted it's impossible
I wait for you to tell me that it's all been
just another dream
but how can you tell, when it's so true
true
how can you tell when it's so red?