Cry
Of the road tonight
Motorcycle fights

Through the time
Wheels
Nailed to motorway

Counting miles away
It's not me
Well, I guess I am superhero

When I take you by the hand
All the words are dead in a wind blow
Rebecca


Wild
Streets like open space

Dark, they form the face
Of the desperation
Leave

Smell of gasoline
My beloved machine
For next generation

We like king and queen in our kingdom
And I know there is no end
Till we moving faster than wind blow

Rebecca

She looks through the glass

Raindrops are cold
Merging and deviding


We're chasing the end of white line
We're the ones who are faster than time, time time
We're chasing the end of white line

We're the ones who are faster than time, time time