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Busted out to the halfway house

At the top of Undercliffe Road

You and me and your motorbike

In the ice and drifting snow

3 a.m. and empty, the city ours alone

And laughing through the trails of frozen breathing

I swore to you that I could fly

If you only let me go

Holding on as we leant over

the edge of Baildon Moor

And far beneath the shadowed lands

The rocks and shapeless dark

And all that space for us to fall in

And all I could feel was myself fallingââ¬Â¦

Neon weekends and madhouse nights

And so much time to taste

We built monuments to the things we loved

Then laid each one to waste

All in suicidal vengeance

Screaming 'justice justice now'

As across the burning bridges we thundered

Now all the rooms at the Inn are taken

By those wiser than us

We're still driving for the sunset, love

And then on into the dusk

Because all the dreams were meaningless

And impossible to touch

But we're still crazed enough to drive for ever

I swear that I can stay awake forever