I dreamnt that I was riding a black scrambler
I was riding through the streets
Black shirt, black leather pants, black boots, black gloves
and black framed Gucci glasses.
The wind was blowing in my face,
The atmoshphere, the feeling, the thrill
The speed and everything.
I was riding perfectly
Streets to highway, just like movies
How i wish it was a Harley instead.
I woke up, and realised it was a dream.
I said, "damn..."
The confidence I've kept to well just came down piece by piece
Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through
Savage Garden - Two Beds & A Coffee Machine
I dreamnt that I was riding a black scrambler
I was riding through the streets
Black shirt, black leather pants, black boots, black gloves
and black framed Gucci glasses.
The wind was blowing in my face,
The atmoshphere, the feeling, the thrill
The speed and everything.
I was riding perfectly
Streets to highway, just like movies
How i wish it was a Harley instead.
I woke up, and realised it was a dream.
I said, "damn..."
The confidence I've kept to well just came down piece by piece