Grant Peeples: Music

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A woman driving a motocycle

HALO

She’s got a halo made of concertina wire
Boots of steel and wings of fire
Her legs are wrapped around her Higher Power
As she throttles through my night.

She will burn down the highway in a chrome-fire blaze
Disappear like a ghost into the smoke and haze
It’ll look like she’s gone, but that’s the way she plays
Oh, she’ll be back before morning light

There’s a roar in my skull from her vertical twin
I see black leather and lace, I taste her oil slick skin
I feel her grip and her twist, and the kiss of the wind
As the wheels beneath her roll

She’s got that high octane; its racing through her veins
Packing ninety-weight passion on a soft-tail frame
I’ve never seen her face and I don’t know her name
But they’re tattooed to my soul

I know its just a dream
But she is the only thing
That makes any sense to me any more….

When I wake in the morning, she’s rolled the stone from my tomb
I stare up at the sun as though it were the moon
I am blinded by the smell of her burning perfume
And there’s an aching in my bones

I know it ain’t healthy me living like this
Wrapped up with a woman that don’t even exist
But I suffer no illusions, and I know the risk
Cause I can I see I’m still alone.

She’s got a halo made of concertina wire
Boots of steel and wings of fire
Her legs wrapped are around her Higher Power
As she throttles through my soul.

There’s a roar in my skull from her vertical twin
I see black leather and lace, I taste her oil slick skin
I feel her grip and her kick, and the kiss of the wind
As the wheels beneath her roll.