125 Mph - New Model Army

I’m heading north, I’m heading home doing 125

I close my eyes and count to ten — Ha ha, I’m still alive

Perfect, perfect tunnel vision, razor sharp and racing, racing

These moments, immortal

No one touches this

Ch: These things they flow as blood must flow

Dust to dust and wind must blow

Nothing that I need to know or ever understand

These things they flow as blood must flow

Dust to dust and wind must blow

You can die before you get old

But me, I’m going to live forever

The music plays, the party swings, the gaiety walls come closing in

I catch your eye, you take my hand — out into the night we run

Dancing down those dead-end streets — howling at the moon like little kids

Out on the grass at the top of the hill, your breath tastes sw.

Ch: These things they flow as blood must flow.

And if I say I hate this place, don’t take it as personal

And just because I want to kill somebody doesn’t mean to say that I will

And I don’t think that that makes me crazy and anyway I’m way past caring

There’s a ride leaves out of here at nine.

What do you say?

What do you say?

Ch: Tonight we’ll flow as blood must flow

And ever, forever … ever, and ever, forever etc