FEZ-Being Born

Let me in the sound,

Let me in the sound,

Let me in the sound, sound

Let me in the sound,

Let me in the sound,

Let me in the sound, sound

Six o'clock

On the autoroute

Burning rubber, burning chrome

Bay of Cadiz and ferry home

Atlantic sea cut glass

African sun at last

Lights... flash past...

Like memories

A speeding head, a speeding heart

I'm being born, a bleeding start

The engines roar, blood curling wail

Head first then foot

The heart sets sail