She blows smoke
It begins to rain
A simple landscape
And it goes insane
You're an idea to her
Just an idea to her
You ride your bike like a tiger
And it goes away
You ride your bike like a tiger
And you feel the same
It comes right up to you
And it goes away
Here in the unpleasantness of sunrise on the brink
I try to ignore myself and stop to take a breath
A pattern is evolving
I take a picture every day
And now l see what they mean
You're an idea to her
Just an idea to her
You ride your bike like a tiger
And it goes insane
You're an idea to her
Just an idea to her
You ride your bike like a tiger
And it goes insane
