Here it comes, Here it comes
I can feel the hills exploding
Exploding gracefully
Burning up the freeway
Here it comes
Grass is green
at the edge of the bubble
Beautiful gets into
beautiful trouble
And it seems to
fall out of the sky
and come down on you
Oh baby burn
Fast die younger
Burns rubber
Useless rockers
From England
Good times
Had by all
Just swallow your guilt
and your crutches
Blue and white birds stop
and hide on the pedal
Interstate fire walk
staright down the middle
And it seems to
fall out of the sky
and come down on you
Oh baby burn
sh that I could talk to you
Be with you somehow
I know you're in a better place
And you know I can see your face
I know you're smiling down on me
Saying everything's okay
I wish that I could hold you now
I wish that I could
touch you now