Haunted bicycle in Cardiff, UK

Testo:

© WanHu
I’m doing over 45, down the hill from the gates of the school to the old cemetery
I’ve rarely been in better shape
And I know that fate won't be escaped
But the irony of this journey isn't lost on me
I got my toe clips on
My bike is light and strong
It's got brand new, hand built wheels
What a difference I can feel
I'm riding with the wind
Bless me father i have sinned
Sometimes the voices in my head
Tell me that the lights aint red
But listen, I don't really care
I've got to get from here to there
And I like to ride in style
I'll bend the rules once in a while
Sometimes I feel I'm gliding

The kiss of wind against my face
When I pretend I'm in a race
And do you like my lycra shorts?
I know my arse ain't what it was
The thing is, no one really knows
Quite how fast they make me go
C. W.Ian Young 2015