Feel the speed through the intersection
in sheets of rain i seek out cars
hands in gloves grip handle bars
ride alone to the pub in the dark
i get a little wet but i don't have to park
and the lights start flashing green to red as i ride
a car turns left and i slide
i can't turn back, i made contact
blinkers smash into a mosaic
then I start flying
always think we get more time
and now i'm flying through the air
maybe living, maybe dying
in this motor crash it's you who comes to mind
don't we always think we get more time?
i'm thrust slow-mo through time and space
details smash, protect my face
and then I see yours
and go to a time when we just knew
mister death in the car below
doesn't even slow and away he goes
in the majesty of a motor crash
you skid into my darkness forming
sex and death, heartbreak and strife
well they give no warning
always think we get more time
now i'm flying in the air
and it's you who comes to mind
in the red lights and cathedrals, there's a sign
don't we always think we get more time?
here it comes
my hit and run
always think we get more time
then you're flying through the air
with someone on your mind
in the shattered glass reflections there's a sign
cos you weren't there, and i wish we had more time
come down hard and roll to my feet
and rain washes blood now off concrete
people turn away and i just had to laugh
cos i'm still flying
living and dying
always think we get more time
you're flying through the air
with someone on your mind
and this motorcycle crash, it is a sign
cos you were there, and i wish we had more time
i'd like to thank mister death now for what he's done
cos i got to walk away from my hit and run
mysteries are not so empty now as they seemed
cos i saw you at my hit and run
at my hit and run
