Furthest Sense Testo

Feeling death pounding at the door.

Windows all open, chaos in my hair,
Driving me 'round and leaving me there.
Cover my eyes and we'll die driving blind.
Cover my trail and we'll leave life behind.
Drive Blind.

All at once, too much light.
Captured and frozen, hear no sound.
Bright flashes penetrate,
Glowing, flowing, lifting off the ground.