Flying Through the Scenery

The orange of the fire – the catch of the barbed wire
Running through the woods can cost – across your chest your breath you've lost

We got here by back roads – the turns the breaks the hills that roll
Seconds I would realize I never want to close my eyes
And here we are – we're flying through the scenery

I hope you turn your head – to see the moon has set
Miss it every time it goes – the further on the less I know