Rebecca — Tesla Boy

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

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

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