Pieces of gold shredding paper
All into nothing and turning into vapor
The air is thin, the locks are set
You lift your chin, she faints regret
Two high-speed trains on parallel tracks
Running out of steam, not turning back
Two high-speed cars on parallel streets
Never gonna crash, never gonna meet
She can't contend with what I'm selling
I can't pretend it's not for telling
Two high-speed trains on parallel tracks
Running out of steam, not turning back
Two high-speed cars on parallel streets
Never gonna crash, never gonna meet
