IRC-Galleria

You won't hear me, but you'll feel me
without warning, something's dawning, listen.
Then within your senses,
you'll know you're defenseless
how your heart beats, when you run for cover
you can't retreat, I spy like no other.

Then we race together. We can ride forever.
Wrapped in horse-power, driving into fury
changing gear I pull you tighter to me.

I'm your turbo lover.
Tell me there's no other.
I'm your turbo lover.
Better run for cover.

We hold each other closer, as we shift to overdrive
and everything goes rushing by, with every nerve alive
we move so fast it seems as though we've taken to the sky
love machines in harmony, we hear the engines cry.

I'm your turbo lover.
Tell me there's no other.
I'm your turbo lover.
Better run for cover.

On and on we're charging to the place so many seek
in perfect synchronicity of which so many speak
we feel so close to heaven in this roaring heavy load
and then in sheer abandonment, we shatter and explode.