Now you and me, we're skidding out of control It's like i dont wanna believe this time we might be losing our souls We've got to slam on our coaster brakes And pick our brains from the road It's time the heat killed the cold
Now you've got me feeling rough When i just wanna be smooth You can get back up to heaven, but ive got nothing to prove You've gotta just keep this tyre and this groove
And you me, we're skidding out of control It's like i dont wanna believe this time we might be losing our souls We've got to slam on our coaster brakes And pick our brains from the road It's time the heat killed the cold
... Now forget about the troubles, and forget about the cost We're gonna take this ... of wheels and rev it up just one more time
Now its funny to remember how i used to need it all Now i know this power dream machine is never gonna stall This super flying motorcycle's gonna take it straight through the wall And we'll recover it all
Yeah you and me, we're skidding out of control It's like i dont wanna believe this time we might be losing our souls We've got to slam on our coaster brakes And pick our brains from the road It's time the heat killed the cold
Compositor: Damon Michael Gough (Badly Drawn Boy) ECAD: Obra #6012207