I can hear voices
Voices from the past
But, only when I'm driving
When I'm driving fast
"It's the wind", said the doctor
"Or a breech in a seal"
"Go home and put your feet up"
"Or go out for a meal"
So, I took the doctor's advice
And intended to go home
I buckled up my seatbelt
Switched off my mobile phone
Then I turned the ignition
This made the engine roar
But, as I started driving
The voices came once more
I could hear the voices
Couldn't tell what they were saying
So, I put my foot down
The car started swaying
Suddenly, I hear them clearly
These voices from the past
They say "climb up from the wreckage"
"And join us at long last"
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 6:39 PM UTC
I can hear voices
Voices from the past
But, only when I'm driving
When I'm driving fast
"It's the wind", said the doctor
"Or a breech in a seal"
"Go home and put your feet up"
"Or go out for a meal"
So, I took the doctor's advice
And intended to go home
I buckled up my seatbelt
Switched off my mobile phone
Then I turned the ignition
This made the engine roar
But, as I started driving
The voices came once more
I could hear the voices
Couldn't tell what they were saying
So, I put my foot down
The car started swaying
Suddenly, I hear them clearly
These voices from the past
They say "climb up from the wreckage"
"And join us at long last"
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