Testo Vanishing Point

Foot on the dash, with the headlights off
In the backseat, you're swallowing chaos
I'm out on a drive
Wishing I were impaled on the pass
At the vanishing point of the Tennessee Line

And I didn't know what you meant
Oh, when your history was mine to write, I find Somebody else with a knife in a side
Who can hold me together at night
No I couldn't get back, if I tried
The hero I saw go out with the tide
When I said I could make it I lied
Slipping into the undertow
Nobody knows why

Don't feel bad
I've always been too far down to reach
And I was long long gone
Bеfore you got to me

Don't feel bad
I've always been too far down to rеach And I was long long gone
Before you got to me
Before you got to me