She stares at the screen, at the little words of green. Tries to do remember what to do next. There's a trace of frustration that crosses her face. Searching for the key she should press.
The lovers they kiss and slowly they turn. for drawing a breath there is nothing but time. A thousand million years before we crash in the sun. And I know we will be still here in Her arms.
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.