And you are like a motorcycle painted black
A restless ocean on the attack
The colors red and blue
They mean nothing to you
Tally ho!
Black metal black
When we were astronauts in Oakland
Houston calling, Houston called
And asphalt aeroplanes
They called out your name
Tally ho!
Black metal black
In the terminal
Where the windows fade
You could choose to leave
Or you can choose to stay
Either way, it’ll never be the same