She blows smoke It begins to rain A simple landscape And it goes insane You're an idea to her Just an idea to her You ride your bike like a tiger And it goes away ♪ You ride your bike like a tiger And you feel the same It comes right up to you And it goes away ♪ Here in the unpleasantness of sunrise on the brink I try to ignore myself and stop to take a breath A pattern is evolving I take a picture every day And now l see what they mean You're an idea to her Just an idea to her You ride your bike like a tiger And it goes insane You're an idea to her Just an idea to her You ride your bike like a tiger And it goes insane