Sick for motorbike I was daydreaming alone Sick for motorbike I don't know what to begin with Sick for motorbike The air of my room is foul Sick for motorbike I will do anything for drive
Let's go beyond my depth You, too, are against me Tell me frankly what your ideas on my paradise
Walk with long strides I was daydreaming alone Walk with long strides But my soul was dry and stiff
Let's go beyond my depth You, too, are against me Tell me frankly what your ideas on my paradise
