The Crash - David Baerwald

Rachel got into the back seat

Cut her knee on broken glass

Tore her stockings on the ashtray

Let the air flow through her hands

We were far so far from sober

We were driving much too fast

Slip slide we were taking a ride

Slip slide we were taking a ride

Slip slide we were taking a ride

Slip slide we were taking a ride

And we crashed

We crashed

Metal hurts so when it hits you

Flesh & bone like hand blown glass

Like a harpy trying to kiss you

Protects you nothing, then you crash

Rachel stopped and looked me over

She asked me where she knew me last

Slip slide we were taking a ride

Slip slide we were taking a ride

Slip slide we were taking a ride

Slip slide we were taking a ride

And we crashed

Oh my baby are you hurt?

Oh my baby are you burned?

Let me kiss and make it better

Let me kiss and make it better

Let me kiss and make it better

Let me kiss and make it better

Better

Rachel came crying forgive me

Can you make it go away?

Can you get your sweet

Smooth skin back?

Is it just too late for that?

We were so far, far from sober

We were driving much too fast

Slip slide we were taking a ride

Slip slide we were taking a ride

Slip slide we were taking a ride

Slip slide we were taking a ride