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 falling… 

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