My love, I read in the paper today
That you've got 30 more years to live
It's true that I might not outlive you
But I don't want to imagine you gone
Intake compression combustion exhaust
Intake compression combustion exhaust
Intake compression
I'm torn by the conscious objection
To the very thing that fires your sweet heart
But on the other hand this standing affection
For the subtle joys of learning your art
Intake compression combustion exhaust
Intake compression combustion exhaust
Intake compression
I remember when everything was just uncomplicated
It was just me and a set of socket wrenches and problem to be fixed
There was the smell of oil and gasoline and wind was coming in the open door
That doesn't happen anymore, now there's a war
Four stroke my heart
Four stroke my heart
Don't leave me
I know you don't have to leave me
You're driving me insane