I might set myself alight
Just to have that feeling
that I'm really alive.
It's just a drive,
It's just a drive.

And I sit here, listening to Springsteen,
Feeling old already
at only sixteen,
If you know what I mean,
If you know what I mean.

Last night I went and looked at the shoeprints
You left in the sand,
Wishing you were still here
And holding my hand,
Sounds like a plan,
Sounds like a plan.

And I know what it's like to go up in smoke,
Hiding with all your secrets
beneath a cold winter's cloak,
With you, turning into human smoke,
Turning into human smoke.