Notes

Dim yellow glow from the sight of the first night,
Sad dreams they reflect on the street lights,
Tight jeans and a mind full of wonder,
Feel young with my pocket of thunder
Good girl holding onto my waistband,
Cling on like an orbiting spaceman,
Dawn breaks and we're up like Toronto
Kawasaki girl you ride like a bronco,
Self pity got me feeling so damn low,
Heart strings got me pulling in slow mo,
Sunday staring down in my poncho,
The rain falls and I'm feeling so hollow,
One young blood,
Full rum cup,
Sun sets low, looking like a humbug,
Black skies they be clouding my eyeline,
Watch the wind blow off my lifeline

Take me down to the city, ay,
Riding round getting dizzy, ay,
If it's just a fake lifestyle I'm living,
Why does the exhaust make me so distant?
And the sound of the wet tires make me so iffy,
It's a temporary high but it's just the beginning,
You saw him as your solace, your Robocop,
But he knows you're a faker, automaton
Automatically she'll terminate your moral wrongs,
And make herself the centre of attention - on and off,
You'll lose your consience, the instinct of lovers loss,
And you'll become just a subject of coping lust,
A vicious circle, a proxy, a fuck-a-nun,
Improbability that you're alone - watching you,
I would sympathise but you had this coming,
Crash into the Hudson and save yourself from jumping


Vroom