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, sound
6 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