Two Motorbikes (Studio version)

Drive fast, that’s it

That’s immortality

I know I’m wrong and if

I’d fall of I would die alone

And then again

I’m happy with no helmet on

And he is, behind

We’re on two motorbikes

The heat, is sick

But your hair’s curling in the wind

And we are in love

We took a trip and disappeared

And then, when I

Catch up with you you take my hand

We’re on two motorbikes

Drive fast

That’s immortality

I know that if they’d put

A line above our streets we’d fall

And scratch our heads and hands and knees

But hey its cool

We’re on two motorbikes