To Put It Bluntly

Rapture, foggily stifled screams
Form a common occurrence
In my dreams
You're pedalling
Heavily breathing in everything
And the wheels of your bicycle fly around
And my heart it stops
When I hear that sound
But oh how I wish that it were true
That I was locked inside the bikesheds with you

But your blatant insolence turns me on
What can I do?
When to put it bluntly
My thoughts are blue
When I'm locked inside the bikesheds with you
Locked inside the bikesheds
Locked inside the bikesheds
Locked insided the bikesheds with you