Let me in the sound, Let me in the sound, Let me in the sound, sound
Let me in the sound, Let me in the sound, Let me in the sound, sound
6 o’clock On the autoroute Burning rubber, burning chrome Bay of Cadiz 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