Ride
Dark pierced by beam of light,
Chill night streaming past.
Bike howling her one note song,
Felt through seat not heard.
Golden Earring crooning of love,
Leaning through a gentle turn.
Before the sun climbs the sky,
I will be warm in your arms.
Chill night streaming past.
Bike howling her one note song,
Felt through seat not heard.
Golden Earring crooning of love,
Leaning through a gentle turn.
Before the sun climbs the sky,
I will be warm in your arms.
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