When I needed a fast car, I stole away to be the thief
Climbing through branches, I spin my way down through cogs
Having the time of my life, I stand on open fields
Blow away these old roads, and touch the rivers bed
Buried in my head, Rested on my life support machine
Ad-li
(Always)
I once stole an engine, from an open field
It rested on my shoulders, a torso of pistons
I was under a cloudless sky, rested on my red speed machine
Rested
Rested