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