Set me free
Give me the light
When our spirits collide
Be the one to drive through the dark
Follow your heart
Because The Heading Timetable
It has it's personal vision
So consult with the devil
To avoid a collision
Go to the backyard
When nothing is alright
Your memory is a car you should know how to drive
Trees and flowers are shoulders
They can swallow your secrets
I guess the words' getting older
Like emotions in fiction
Ch.
So they called it the fading
Resistant to your intentions
And the smiles of the fated
Have to slacken their tension
Ch.