My skirt is scraping rubber   Spinning fast between our legs   And it's amazing just how beautiful    This city looks from bicycle pegs      And I hope that you are smiling   As I lean on the curve of your spine   Because the corners of my lips have been curled as high   As the stars in my eyes since I climbed onto this ride      I am lost in the red glowing lights that frame the doorway   They're as warm as the wine in my head   And I'd rather spend the night here with you and Neruda   Than alone, kinda blue, counting wars in my bed      You've been gone for awhile so I've had time to reflect   And I've noticed there's nothing quite like   Holding onto your shoulders through infinite night   Taking flight on the back of your bike