woke up with that strange feeling again, empty and full of something, dreaming of that ride, on that motorcycle.
about suddenly finding you, on an early morning, i get this dry and useless sort of hug, and you're so pretty and unconfortable, and I have to leave.
dreaming of that ride, on that motorcycle, and I get lost, and why, who I don't want to, comes and rescue me, from the doom, and lost.