The Wreckage lyrics
by Vanessa Carlton

Speeding,

Into the horizon.

Dreaming of the sirens,

Wishing for broken glass

On the highway.

It could be so easy.

The rhythm,

The rhythm of an engine

Always makes me empty.

I see the headlights coming at me,

Can't help but wonder. . .

Flying. . .

Flying in slow-motion,

Wind through my hair and

Ripping through the scenery,

Oh, the wreckage,

Is my secret leave.

Speeding

Into the horizon.

Dreaming of the sirens,

Wishing for broken glass

On the highway.

It could be so easy. . .