this rote
routine
repetition
in my dreams at night where they have no place
in my eyes in closing where they have no home
the escape must be complete if the invasion has been made
pass the ice
we're riding down this hill it stretches all the way to the city
the wind in our ears, nose and mouth
your skin peels away you are left as you were born
a natural face is revealed
you are beautiful
let's ride into the night these flashing neon lights
my rims as they spin and your pupils as they echo the truth
in our hearts
there is nothing planned
no fear
nothing uneasy
our childlike existence dwarfed by the exhilaration of living
this night is ours
