We fell asleep at the wheel
on the highway of your love.
I barely woke up in time
to avoid the crash.
Driving non stop at full speed,
drawn by the horizon,
we end up forgetting
we exceeded the speed limit.
Burdened by too many habits,
our love is losing height.
Gravity's to blame
for ruling over our fears and our hearts.
The endless stream of "I love you"s
like a mass production.
The corrosive loving words
sound like a countdown.
(chorus : )
To go away
leaving everything behind
and restart from scratch.
To go away
leaving everything behind
vanish
and remember at last. (x2)1
A straight line will always be
the shortest path,
in life as in love.
Me, I prefer detours
over these always broken lines
we inherited from life.
(chorus)
We fell asleep at the wheel
1. with a slight variation at the end, but I guess you don't need me to get it