When the horses on the roundabout
And the wind whips tarpaulin
looks like skin of crocodiles
I take a ride down by the sea
Take a ride on my trusty steed
I grabbed life by the handlebars
and it begged me to stall
peddled hard right from the toll
for the thrill of a million raindrops
My lungs they closed on the gushing air
My eyes like pebbles darting everywhere
Well I know the seventh wave
My leaves do say, but they will roll back
And see the city the very same way
I look up and see a thunder cloud
But it's the starlings from the pier
As my front wheel buckles
and sends me up into the skies
And my face skids along wet concrete
Well, only the seventh wave
Into the sea the very same way
And I see the seventh wave rollin'
I see it as it makes its way
Grasping and see it swallow down
So I set fire to my rusty steel
Well, the seventh wave is
But they will roll back into
the sea the very same way
But they will roll back into the sea the very same