Comets
The rushing air thrills my skin.
I feel your heat and drink it in.
We're sculpture, we're Rodin's Kiss
and I could die like this.
All of my worries, all of my doubts,
they're nothing but road kill.
The wheels just spit them out.
Now we're a vessel for something good
I can be heard and understood.
I could make this last for days,
leave our lives, just ride away.
Nothing damaged can touch us here.
Our torments disappear.
All of my worries, all of my fears,
vapour trails in our slip stream,
shimmering in the heat.
Now we're a vessel for something good.
I can be heard and understood.
We're comets on the streets of Hollywood.
We can't stay here for very long.
We need to keep moving on.
Now that I know you are the one,
we'll ride straight into the sun.
The sun glints on the visor.
We don't check in the mirror.
Chrome shaped like a tear drop.
We're rolling and we don't stop.