Oceanside
Ends the ride
Then you fall The skies fly by
You close your eyes
Crystal ball You beg for time
She's china white
There's no cure
Nowhere to hide Better off
Where there's no geography
Unseen hands will rest
The true pace of time Your hear the thunder
Far below
The air is younger
The engine's cold She sells temptation
What you're looking for
You place your bet
And cross your arms
And if you're lucky
The engine talks The road's a dream within a dream
The world a cloud around you