My skirt is scraping rubber
Spinning fast between our legs
And it's amazing just how beautiful
This city looks from bicycle pegs

And I hope that you are smiling
As I lean on the curve of your spine
Because the corners of my lips have been curled as high
As the stars in my eyes since I climbed onto this ride

I am lost in the red glowing lights that frame the doorway
They're as warm as the wine in my head
And I'd rather spend the night here with you and Neruda
Than alone, kinda blue, counting wars in my bed

You've been gone for awhile so I've had time to reflect
And I've noticed there's nothing quite like
Holding onto your shoulders through infinite night
Taking flight on the back of your bike


Lyrics submitted by BleedorBreathe

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