hot chip
you ride, we ride, in my ride
Out on the night hall road again I'm leaving and turning upon a friend Please close the door, let us talk no more It's out here I may find my reasons for Hanging and burning upon a tree Bicycle tire to guide me A light in the night I can't walk towards The street has a dark end that's ours no more A light in the night we can't walk towards The street has a dark end that's ours no more  You ride, we ride, in my ride In my ride, we ride You ride, we ride, in my ride In my ride, we ride  Ooh he ah  You ride, we ride, in my ride In my ride, we ride You ride, we ride, in my ride In my ride, we ride  Out on the night hall road again I'm leaving and turning upon a friend Please close the door, let us talk no more It's out here I may find my reasons for