Walk mill

I'm riding in your slipstream, we speed down July lanes
If we head for home now, we might just miss the rain
This way or that, it's really all the same
Spinning past the old forge, and down Corkscrew Lane

High as a kite, and breathless from the hill (breathless from the hill)
Two flat whites, please, and the beat of Walk Mill

When I'm here beside you, my fears evaporate
We're pedaling together, we know it's not so late
I'm happy just to be here, breathe in Cheshire air
Skimming past the hedgerows, are we nearly there?

High as a kite, and breathless from the hill (breathless from the hill)
And your smile now, and we're here at Walk Mill



Credits
Writer(s): Nigel Paramor
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