2 AM, front seat of the double-decker Streetlights bleed along orange river On the wet black mirror of the road below A liquid night putting on a show I see my face in the pain A tired kind of grace Then your silhouette flickers, a familiar trace Used to whisper your name to the cold damp glass Hoping the ghost of yesterday would pass But the engine's hum is a steady low beat And the silence is more than a bittersweet memory I'm done with the ghosts Riding the rearview On this black mirror mile Visions coming through Shedding away the (ooh-ooh-ooh) What we used to be This is my road now Finally free Moving straight ahead With courage and with love Yeah, I'm moving straight ahead That's more than enough Past the bar where we shared that cheap wine with our friends Some stories are over, but the city never ends Yeah, I like being alone, but I'm not lonely, you see Got my own kind of fire burning inside of me (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Force field close A fire for my next show This is the life I chose The only one I know Every crack in my voice, every scar in the noise They all turn into a song, they gave me a choice To stay broken on the ground or learn how to fly From a whisper to a roar beneath this London sky I'm done with the ghosts Riding the rearview On this black mirror mile Visions coming through Shedding away the (ooh-ooh-ooh) What we used to be This is my road now Finally free Moving straight ahead With courage and with love Yeah, I'm moving straight ahead Just more than enough The black mirror Stretching on Just fading into the dark The black mirror mile (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
