the orange of the fire - the catch of the barbed wire

running through the woods can cost - across your chest your breath you've lost


we got here by back roads - the turns the breaks the hills that roll

seconds i would realize I never want to close my eyes

and here we are - we're flying through the scenery


i hope you turn your head - to see the moon has set

miss it every time it goes - the further on the less i know