Criminals
Performed by Johnny Stranger
Written by Peter Anthony
The space between the empty dreams
The criminals in my mind
They tap into the autopilot
Sending me out further and blind
I try to steer away but I keep drifting too close to the sun
The orbit pulls, the burning fuel
Is searing straight through my mind
I want to get it right
But I just can't tonight.
In my dreams I can fly.
But tonight I just drive
Into the sun.
It seems so long ago that I knew
Any hope that I could define.
But Somewhere in the aftershocks
I gave up on whatever was mine.
A dream to walk, to self destruct.
I’m drifting too close to the sun.
A rose. A gun.
A life so numb
Those criminals love to have fun .
I want to get it right
But I just can't tonight.
In my dreams I can fly.
But tonight I just drive
Into the sun.
Who are you to deny the truth?
The garden still consumes.
A rose for every wound.
I want to get it right
But I just can't tonight.
In my dreams I can fly.
But tonight I just drive
I want to get it right
But I just can't tonight.
In my dreams I can fly.
But tonight I just drive
Into the sun.
Into the sun.
Into the sun.