Two Hands Against the Wheel

Sleeping in rented beds Suitcase full of karma all frontiers and drama Two hands against the wheel Two Hands against the wheel Cooling towers wild flowers Shadows of an empty bar echo like an orchestra Scratching out our names Two hands, against the wheel I know you don't care for rules They're torn up and used for fuel Kissing hysterical Waiting, waiting for a miracle Roll on, Gentle song Lights blur through sleeping eye, midnight is a lonely ride Deep breath and a steady hand, strangers to a foreign land Suitcase full of karma, all frontiers and drama Two hands against the wheel Two hands against the wheel