Cry

Of the road tonight

Motorcycle fights

Through the time

Wheels

Nailed to motorway

Counting miles away

It's not me

Well, I guess I am superhero

When I take you by the hand

All the words are dead in a wind blow

Rebecca Rebecca Rebecca Rebecca

Wild

Streets like open space

Dark, they form the face

Of the desperation

Leave

Smell of gasoline

My beloved machine

For next generation

We like king and queen in our kingdom

And I know there is no end

Till we moving faster than wind blow

Rebecca Rebecca Rebecca Rebecca

She looks through the glass

Raindrops are cold

Merging and deviding

We're chasing the end of white line

We're the ones who are faster than time, time time

We're chasing the end of white line

We're the ones who are faster than time, time time