LS43

Busted out to the halfway house
 At the top of Undercliffe Road
 You and me and your motorbike
 In the ice and drifting snow
 3 a.m. and empty, the city ours alone
 And laughing through the trails of frozen breathing
 I swore to you that I could fly
 If you only let me go
 Holding on as we leant over
 the edge of Baildon Moor
 And far beneath the shadowed lands
 The rocks and shapeless dark
 And all that space for us to fall in
 And all I could feel was myself falling...
 Neon weekends and madhouse nights
 And so much time to taste
 We built monuments to the things we loved
 Then laid each one to waste
 All in suicidal vengeance
 Screaming 'justice justice now'
 As across the burning bridges we thundered
 Now all the rooms at the Inn are taken
 By those wiser than us
 We're still driving for the sunset, love
 And then on into the dusk
 Because all the dreams were meaningless
 And impossible to touch
 But we're still crazed enough to drive for ever
 I swear that I can stay awake forever