Mister Wulf - Walk mill Lyrics

Riding in your slipstream, as 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
Two flat whites please, and the beat of Walk Mill
When I'm here beside you my fears evaporate
Pedalling 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
And your smile now, and we're here at Walk Mill