Well it's hard to tell what's left of this mess.
Glass shatters and crashes, the air leaves my chest.
In a moment or two life will seem like a privilege.
And I've never been this close to the edge.
Headlights bend, and silence falls like the heavens.
Knuckles turn white as we're nearing the end.
Well when the glass breaks, will you cry out for help?
Or grab onto something to save yourself?

Brace yourself for what comes next,
Twisted wreckage and broken necks.
Would I trade their lives in order to say,
That we'll live to see another day?

Step out into streetlights, reflections of what could have been.
Counting to make sure I've got all my limbs.
Words come out as whispers, I stutter to speak.
Remember the rain as the breaks start to screech.
The concussion of air sends my head to the stars.
Smoke fills the cab, and we're looking at cars.
Well they could have buried us here in this steel casket.
Terror on the roads, with no way to mask it.

I'd sure as hell
Bury myself
to keep you unharmed.
I can't believe
Here in the streets
I thought I was unarmed.
When I posed such a threat
now full of regret
But at least our bodies are warm.

Well glass shatters.
And I clear the fog around my head.
Nothing matters,
As much as the fact that we're not dead.
We come to a stop as rain falls out of the sky.
Pieces lie, in a pile along the street.
Save our souls from the devil, denied his chance to meet.

Well we're alive.