Rapture, foggily stifled screams Form a common occurrence In my dreams You're pedalling Heavily breathing in...everything And the wheels of your bicycle fly around And my heart it stops When I hear that sound But oh how I wish that it were true That I was locked inside the bikesheds with you But your blatant insolence turns me on What can I do? When to put it bluntly My thoughts are blue When I'm locked inside the bikesheds with you Locked inside the bikesheds Locked inside the bikesheds Locked insided the bikesheds with you