I don't believe
My will's quite free
I'm half machine
At least half steam
Aquinas, call on me
How many angels on the
Head of your pin?
Anybody in stilettos can
Answer that old thing:
It's one for the right foot, one for the left
Half an angel per pin at best
Add wings, add heart
Add harp, all set

We lean to turn in the velodrome
All lines are curved in the velodrome
We pitch and roll, wheels
Flesh and bone
Total control and it's
It's ours alone
We lean to turn in the velodrome
All lines are curved in the velodrome
We pitch and roll, wheels
Flesh and bone
Total control and it's
It's ours alone

It goes gospel, gossip, slander
Harvest, hunger, rain dance
Hand-to-god, I didn't think
It was contagious
Eve leaving Eden in a makeshift dress
With a bell to tell us when we're hungry
There's a bell to tell us when we're tired
A bell that tells us to rise and fight
A bell to rise and die
It's just all bells
Sometimes I ring myself
To see if I might chime

We lean to turn in the velodrome
All lines are curved in the velodrome
We pitch and roll, wheels
Flesh and bone
Total control and it's
It's ours alone
We lean to turn in the velodrome
All lines are curved in the velodrome
We pitch and roll, wheels
Flesh and bone
Total control and it's
It's ours alone

(We lean to turn in the velodrome)
(All lines are curved in the velodrome)
(We lean to turn in the velodrome, the velodrome, velodrome, velodrome)

(We lean to turn in the velodrome)
(All lines are curved in the velodrome)
(We lean to turn in the velodrome, the velodrome, velodrome, velodrome)

We spend our days and nights deciding
Where to go and how to ride there
And in the end again
We all vote yes
We all turn left
We lean to turn in the velodrome
We lean to turn in the velodrome

Copyright: Bluewater Music Corp.
Writer(s): Aaron Matthew Mader, Andrew Egan Thompson, Dessa Margret Wander