Rebecca Lyrics - Singles - 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