In my dream, I'm laid back
My skin's pressed up against the glass
In the small of my back
I can feel the velvet hum

From a cold stop
Up to first
Down to second
Hear the engine whine
I can taste the wind
I can feel the thirst

I open my arms up to the sky
The wind in my face
The rain burns my eyes
I can feel it slip
I can
Hear it go

When I awake
My palms are sweat
My lips the crave sweet kisses
She rolls to me
She rolls to me
And in the small of my back
I can taste the velvet hum

Splatter soaked road
Rises and turns
Falling, sliding
Burns and yurns
I can feel it slip
And I
I can hear it go