Another Inferno from Panorama by Birds & Batteries

Sometimes I think that dying is just like driving
Down a dark highway
So far away from you
3AM all alone, no music on the radio
My only guide is the fading light
And all the trucks that moan and shudder
Like ghost ships
The wheels of the soul
They'll be dragged, by dark magnets, up mountains
Through the black and into the night

And sometime's we come upon the glow of another inferno
But they scatter like sparks into the suburbs

Aw and then, nothing again
It's when I'm driving
Down a dark highway
All alone, no radio
That I can't help, thinkin' about, fading out
No I can't help thinkin' about, fading out
No I can't help thinkin' about, fading out
Yeah, I can't help thinkin' about, fading out

• Rock
• electronic
• indie pop
• San Francisco