Passing Through Testo

Midnight riding, I'm vaulting through the road
I feel not need to set you free
Hold on, tide mean, pedal's to the floor
And what I see it all must be,

And that feels like home
And that feels like home
And that feels like home

So long, breathe air Watch the earth explode
I have no time to calculate
Maddens, burning,
Illuminate the sky
We're passing through the atmosphere

And that feels like home
And that feels like home
And that feels like home.