Lyrics
The dream of speed possesses you
A dream of flying like the wind against the clock
You see the species as a hero
Life's full of treasures - or not?
A fragment of reality
As you look down to see some old forgotten place
The clock is ticking and the sound is yours
Yours is sweet
Sweeter than love
Feeling your senses reign
The end is never far enough
You'll never stop until the minutes make you whole
The clock will always feel the motion
in your soul.
