Realign all the stars above my head -
Warning signs travel far,
I drink instead on my own. Oh! How I've known
the battle scars and worn out beds?
Gentle now a tender breeze blows,
Whispers through a Gran Torino,
Whistling another tired song.
Engines humm and bitter dreams grow,
Heart locked in a Gran Torino,
It beats a lonely rhythm all night long.
These streets are old, they shine
With the things I've known
And breaks through the trees
Their sparkling…
Your world is nothing more than all the tiny things you've left behind.
So tenderly your story is
Nothing more than what you see
Or what you've done or will become
Standing strong. Do you belong
in your skin? Just wondering…
Gentle now a tender breeze blows,
Whispers through a Gran Torino,
Whistling another tired song.
Engines humm and bitter dreams grow,
Heart locked in a Gran Torino,
It beats a lonely rhythm all night long.
May I be so bold and stay
I need someone to hold
That shudders my skin
Their sparkling
Your world is nothing more than all the tiny things you've left behind
Realign all the stars above my head -
Warning signs travel far,
I drink instead on my own. Oh! How I've known
the battle scars and worn out beds?
Gentle now a tender breeze blows,
Whispers through a Gran Torino,
Whistling another tired song.
Engines humm and bitter dreams grow,
Heart locked in a Gran Torino,
It beats a lonely rhythm all night long…
it beats a lonely rhythm all night long…
it beats a lonely rhythm all night long…