Driving Through Heaven Songtext
von Cory Hanson

Driving through Heaven
Truck full of gold dust melting on the strip
Inland Empire expiring in the mirror Clouds out my window
There is a killer riding on drops of rain
If you pick him up, you′ll never be seen again

Thunder and lightning
Fire so hot, it burns a hole in your head
Possums sleeping on the ground in teardrop shapes
Marble arches fall into an azure lake
The black curtains of a ghost ship coming in