Frozen by the forward speed
I'm running from the outside world
Making tracks from zone to zone
Nowhere left to call my own
Always burning up the miles
Real events just pa** me by
Locked inside my limousine
See my face behind the screen ...
Something living ...
There's something living
Living in my limousine
One hand on the steering wheel
I'm listening to the dynaflow
Counting moments in my mind
Like a traveller in time
Pa**ing fields of clouds and trees
Water gardens in the rain
Sculpted by velocity
Everything appears the same
Something living ...
There's something living
Living in my limousine