i listen for your voice on the wind
all i hear is static
so, this must be the end
just what kind of love was it?
pretty pink flowers dot the highway
as i drive with reckless abandon
searching for the right tree to hit
i listen for your voice on the wind
as if you were some angel
no, there are no angels in my sin
no angels
no heaven
no fate
no god
just the sound of my wheels spinning ‘round
a soft soothing sound
the way your voice feels
like white noise carrying
me off to sleep forever
end transmission.....
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