Pennyborad rides
At the Spanish night
Lone bright mind
Sick of being tied

With her hands full of colour
With her pen raging thunder
Out with electric light

Risk a fortune
Risk a torture
Just for the sake of fun
Risk the rapture
Hidden in the fracture
Of the concrete sun

Aimless rides
On the spring kite
Lone monologue nights
Afraid of being high

With his hands empty of fear
With his strings sounding clear
Out with electric light