Fez
Let me in the sound.
Let me in the sound.
Let me in the sound, sound.
Let me in the sound, sound.
Let me in the sound.
Let me in the sound.
Let me in the sound.
Let me in the sound, sound.
Let me in the sound, sound.
Let me in the sound.
Six o?clock.
On the autoroute.
Burning rubber, burning chrome.
Bay of Cádiz and ferry home.
Atlantic sea cut glass.
African sun at last.
Lights? flash past?.
Like memories.
A speeding head, a speeding heart.
I?m being born, a bleeding start.
The engines roar, blood curling wail.
Head first then foot.
The heart sets sail
