가사
[Intro]
[Verse]
The metal frame is cold before the ignition kicks
A skeleton of steel leaning against the bricks
I check the pressure in the rubber circles of fate
The city sleeps behind a heavy iron gate
Dust on my boots tells a story of the miles
Away from the crowded halls and the hollow smiles
The oil smell is a perfume for the lonely soul
Heading to the horizon where the thunder starts to roll
[Verse]
One kick to bring the sleeping beast to its feet
A mechanical pulse that makes the silence retreat
The headlight cuts a tunnel through the morning haze
I leave behind the map and the calendar days
No rearview mirror can hold what I have outrun
The asphalt strip is shining under a rising sun
The handle grips are the only truth I need to hold
As the story of the open highway starts to unfold
[Pre-Chorus]
The air becomes a wall that I have to break through
Tearing up the old world to find something new
The needle on the dial is a compass in the gale
Writing my own scripture on a gravel trail
[Chorus]
Moto life is the only breath that feels like fire
Running on a wire made of chrome and desire
No destination is worth the speed of the flight
Just a silhouette chasing the edge of the light
Moto life is the gravity that sets me free
The only version of the man I was meant to be
Two wheels turning the earth beneath my feet
Until the sky and the burning pavement meet
[Verse]
The canyon walls are leaning in to hear the sound
Of a thousand small explosions hitting the ground
The lean is a prayer offered to the shifting curve
A delicate balance of the spirit and the nerve
The wind is a chorus singing in a helmet shell
Lifting the weight of every story I could tell
There is no clock out here to measure the gain
Only the cooling heat and the washing of the rain
[Verse]
Sometimes the road is a jagged line of regret
Leading to a place that I haven't conquered yet
But the friction of the gear is a steady hand
Guiding the wanderer through the shifting sand
The kickstand drops like an anchor in the dark
Leaving on the pavement a faded black mark
One more day sacrificed to the rushing air
Finding a peace that the grounded cannot share
[Pre-Chorus]
The air becomes a wall that I have to break through
Tearing up the old world to find something new
The needle on the dial is a compass in the gale
Writing my own scripture on a gravel trail
[Chorus]
Moto life is the only breath that feels like fire
Running on a wire made of chrome and desire
No destination is worth the speed of the flight
Just a silhouette chasing the edge of the light
Moto life is the gravity that sets me free
The only version of the man I was meant to be
Two wheels turning the earth beneath my feet
Until the sky and the burning pavement meet
[Outro]
[Verse]
The metal frame is cold before the ignition kicks
A skeleton of steel leaning against the bricks
I check the pressure in the rubber circles of fate
The city sleeps behind a heavy iron gate
Dust on my boots tells a story of the miles
Away from the crowded halls and the hollow smiles
The oil smell is a perfume for the lonely soul
Heading to the horizon where the thunder starts to roll
[Verse]
One kick to bring the sleeping beast to its feet
A mechanical pulse that makes the silence retreat
The headlight cuts a tunnel through the morning haze
I leave behind the map and the calendar days
No rearview mirror can hold what I have outrun
The asphalt strip is shining under a rising sun
The handle grips are the only truth I need to hold
As the story of the open highway starts to unfold
[Pre-Chorus]
The air becomes a wall that I have to break through
Tearing up the old world to find something new
The needle on the dial is a compass in the gale
Writing my own scripture on a gravel trail
[Chorus]
Moto life is the only breath that feels like fire
Running on a wire made of chrome and desire
No destination is worth the speed of the flight
Just a silhouette chasing the edge of the light
Moto life is the gravity that sets me free
The only version of the man I was meant to be
Two wheels turning the earth beneath my feet
Until the sky and the burning pavement meet
[Verse]
The canyon walls are leaning in to hear the sound
Of a thousand small explosions hitting the ground
The lean is a prayer offered to the shifting curve
A delicate balance of the spirit and the nerve
The wind is a chorus singing in a helmet shell
Lifting the weight of every story I could tell
There is no clock out here to measure the gain
Only the cooling heat and the washing of the rain
[Verse]
Sometimes the road is a jagged line of regret
Leading to a place that I haven't conquered yet
But the friction of the gear is a steady hand
Guiding the wanderer through the shifting sand
The kickstand drops like an anchor in the dark
Leaving on the pavement a faded black mark
One more day sacrificed to the rushing air
Finding a peace that the grounded cannot share
[Pre-Chorus]
The air becomes a wall that I have to break through
Tearing up the old world to find something new
The needle on the dial is a compass in the gale
Writing my own scripture on a gravel trail
[Chorus]
Moto life is the only breath that feels like fire
Running on a wire made of chrome and desire
No destination is worth the speed of the flight
Just a silhouette chasing the edge of the light
Moto life is the gravity that sets me free
The only version of the man I was meant to be
Two wheels turning the earth beneath my feet
Until the sky and the burning pavement meet
[Outro]