Motorcycles

Oh they love to watch you rise, times move slow and mothers cry The fallin' needs someone in disguise And all the years you pray to die The priest have come to give your rights So you can fly through the fields Everyday I pray to keep my hands from going far away, I do believe All alone you went to ride, you laid down fast, you lost your life Your visions from comas come true Bound and chained upon this room where others go to die alone For thirty five years you were gold Everyday I pray to keep my hands from going far away, I do believe Everyday I pray to keep my hands from going far away, I do believe Everyday I pray to keep my hands from going far away, I do believe Everyday I pray to keep my hands from going far away, I do believe