feel the speed through the intersection in sheets of rain i seek out cars hands in gloves grip handle bars ride alone to the pub in the dark
i get a little wet but i don't have to park and the lights start flashing green to red as i ride a car turns left and i slide i can't turn back, i made contact blinkers smash into a mosaic then i start flying
always think we get more time and now i'm flying through the air maybe living, maybe dying in this motor crash it's you who comes to mind don't we always think we get more time?
i'm thrust slow-mo through time and space details smash, protect my face and then i see yours and go to a time when we just knew
mister death in the car below doesn't even slow and away he goes in the majesty of a motor crash you skid into my darkness forming sex and death, heartbreak and strife well they give no warning
always think we get more time now i'm flying in the air and it's you who comes to mind in the red lights and cathedrals, there's a sign don't we always think we get more time?
here it comes my hit and run
always think we get more time then you're flying through the air with someone on your mind in the shattered glass reflections there's a sign cos you weren't there, and i wish we had more time
come down hard and roll to my feet and rain washes blood now off concrete people turn away and i just had to laugh cos i'm still flying living and dying
always think we get more time you're flying through the air with someone on your mind and this motorcycle crash, it is a sign cos you were there, and i wish we had more time
i'd like to thank mister death now for what he's done cos i got to walk away from my hit and run mysteries are not so empty now as they seemed cos i saw you at my hit and run at my hit and run