I Can't Bike

<p>Stone cold Looks in the rear view I won’t shut up again Holding your tongue Your white knuckles say it all</p><p>And the secrets The side view mirrors keep Glances that are ten years old No one can see me Feeling small once more</p><p>We coast Through these flat plains Feeling bad but what for? A pity case who plays pretty well Riding this one uphill</p>