at me I can?t help but wonder Flying Flying in slow motion Wind through my hair And ripping through the scene that?s made of the wreckage It is not
the headlight coming at me Can't help but wonder Flying Flying in slow motion Wind through my hair and Speeding through the scenery of the wreckage
coming at me I can't help but wonder Flying, flying in slow motion The wind through my hair and Ripping through the scenery of the wreckage Is my secret
Tradução: Vanessa Carlton. Los restos de la aeronave.
