Velodrome - Dessa

I don’t believe

My will’s quite free

I’m half machine

At least half steam

Aquinas, call on me

How many angels on the

Head of your pin?

Anybody in stilettos can

Answer that old thing:

It’s one for the right foot, one for the left

Half an angel per pin at best

Add wings, add heart

Add harp, all set

We lean to turn in the velodrome

All lines are curved in the velodrome

We pitch and roll, wheels

Flesh and bone

Total control and it’s

It’s ours alone

We lean to turn in the velodrome

All lines are curved in the velodrome

We pitch and roll, wheels

Flesh and bone

Total control and it’s

It’s ours alone

It goes gospel, gossip, slander

Harvest, hunger, rain dance

Hand-to-god, I didn’t think

It was contagious

Eve leaving Eden in a makeshift dress

With a bell to tell us when we’re hungry

There’s a bell to tell us when we’re tired

A bell that tells us to rise and fight

A bell to rise and die

It’s just all bells

Sometimes I ring myself

To see if I might chime

We lean to turn in the velodrome

All lines are curved in the velodrome

We pitch and roll, wheels

Flesh and bone

Total control and it’s

It’s ours alone

We lean to turn in the velodrome

All lines are curved in the velodrome

We pitch and roll, wheels

Flesh and bone

Total control and it’s

It’s ours alone

We spend our days and nights deciding

Where to go and how to ride there

And in the end again

We all vote yes

We all turn left

We lean to turn in the velodrome

We lean to turn in the velodrome