Motorcycles Songtext
von Duquette Johnston

Oh they love to watch you rise, times move slow and mothers cry
The fallin′ needs someone in disguise
And all the years you pray to die
The priest have come to give your rights
So you can fly through the fields

Everyday I pray to keep my hands from going far away, I do believe


All alone you went to ride, you laid down fast, you lost your life
Your visions from comas come true
Bound and chained upon this room where others go to die alone
For thirty five years you were gold

Everyday I pray to keep my hands from going far away, I do believe
Everyday I pray to keep my hands from going far away, I do believe

Everyday I pray to keep my hands from going far away, I do believe
Everyday I pray to keep my hands from going far away, I do believe