Siberian Overdrive

A soothsayer told me once
You’re gonna die in a drive boy and I won’t be
Surprised if you do
I’ll drive it anyway, like a rolling stone

So please don’t bother me
These floral nightlights of words are
Getting me dumb
And love is in the air, like a dance of death
(So dance it)

Talk slow, here is hard to breathe
(You’re speaking in noises)
I’m on the edge of all I could have been
(They sold your pain in boxes)
And the payment was the trigger

Two drifters in a car
Here I stand, here we are
As hearts in a jar
We knew it all since the start
Help me to not hesitate
When it comes down my way
Two drifters in a car
Till the end

A soothsayer told me once
You’re gonna die in a drive boy and I won’t be
Surprised if you do
I’ll drive it anyway, like a rolling, a rolling, a rolling stone