the world will stutter: „I´m out of order now" stars, birds, legs don´t move, no song on my radio, oh my dear, it´s coming nearer, oh my dear, you´re in my rearview mirror,
stars, birds, legs don´t move, even no song on my stereo, oh my dear..
please slow down, our cars will collide without a sound, and please my dear come on brake now, your headlights are flickering eyes, strange places and pale faces. are in my...and you are in my.. microsleep