Rebecca

Cry
 Of the road tonight
 Motorcycle fights
 Through the time
 Wheels
 Nailed to motorway
 Counting miles away
 It's not me
 Well, I guess I am superhero
 When I take you by the hand
 All the words are dead in a wind blow
 Rebecca
 Wild
 Streets like open space
 Dark, they form the face
 Of the desperation
 Leave
 Smell of gasoline
 My beloved machine
 For next generation
 We like king and queen in our kingdom
 And I know there is no end
 Till we moving faster than wind blow
 Rebecca
 She looks through the glass
 Raindrops are cold
 Merging and deviding
 We're chasing the end of white line
 We're the ones who are faster than time, time time
 We're chasing the end of white line
 We're the ones who are faster than time, time time