Testo Lost Highway

I drive the lost highway;
My headlights casting shadows on the hollow road. Flickers in the mirror;
I'm haunted by the spectre of a promise I broke

Oh it’s making me shiver
I never should've listened to the whispers of snakes. I'm a cold-hearted-killer
Running from the memories I cannot escape
Time was slipping through my hands; All the grains of falling sand
Time was slipping through my hands When I killed you

I drive the lost highway;
My headlights casting shadows on the hollow road. I sing in the choir on Sunday mornings
To remind me that my God is my hope

Oh I walk on a tightrope
Between the girl I am and who I think I should be. After everything I’ve done
Does heaven have a room or is there no vacancy?

Time was slipping through my hands;
All the grains of falling sand
Time was slipping through my hands When I killed you
After everything I've done
Does heaven have a room or is there no vacancy?

Time was slipping through my hands; All the grains of falling sand
Time was slipping through my hands When I killed you