Are you dreaming of a shape? Some beautiful form to take? Just hold it in your head I’m gonna count to ten Unclench your hand and then We’ll pedal down the road
On a double-seated bike The front for me, the back for you I’m all that you can see You can never ever know Where you're going till you get there Just pedal, just pedal down the road
Up a hill toward a light We duck and dodge the falling night To the hotel at the top Oh, the bags under your eyes Just check them with the bellman
Because we're late, we're late For a very important date
Fold you into forms You’re my paper crane Cut, crease, crinkle your arms into wings And your fingers are feathers Just be what i need
