This Is The Ice Age - Martha and the Muffins

Riding our bicycles down on the freeway

Leaving distorted cars trailing behind

We move like bullets, no danger, no danger

We take that for granted

Crossed the bridge, left the network behind

I could feel it in my heart

We gage ourselves and the scenery too

We push on forever and a day

This is the Ice Age

Feeling the trees and the wind on my face

Passing along single file

Might be autumn but we know it’s not

Cynosures hiding in the air

All we did was close our eyes

A moment come unhinged

All we did was close our eyes

A world falling into shape

The wind purls over a hinterland of long grass

Gold, where tiny black horses play

Distant mountains move like water

My friend is with me, a familiar voice

An unfinished memory

This is the Age of Innocent Passion