Hypnotic Drive 2 (έκδοση 2)

Verse

The bassline pulls me down the block

Grey lights flickering on my face

Four-am traffic in my chest

Every turn feels like I'm leaving myself behind

Your hand finds mine through open windows

Sweat and smoke on a plastic door

We move because the road moves with us

Not because we want to, but because it wants us here

And for one second every stoplight turns green

I let go of everything except your hand

Pre-Chorus

Count the sparks that light up the back seat

Every mile feels like I'm getting away from me

We could run all night and nobody would say we're free

But I'd rather be lost with you than alone in my head

So drive, drive, drive through this haze

Till the sun comes up and maybe we'll be brave

And maybe we won't

Chorus

Hypnotic drive

Hands on your lap, hands on the wheel

Hypnotic drive

Every mile I'm leaving someone else

Hypnotic drive

Sweat and smoke in the dark of the car

Hypnotic drive

I want to lose myself where we are

Verse

The highway curves like a ribbon through the black

Your fingers tighten around my wrist

You're not looking for an exit sign

Just following whatever this road wants us to miss

We pass a sign that says 'welcome to your town

And you laugh and I don't know if it's loud or low

I watch your face in the green glow of the speedometer

Every beat feels like we're moving away from our bones

Pre-Chorus

Count the sparks that light up the back seat

Every mile feels like I'm getting away from me

We could run all night and nobody would say we're free

But I'd rather be lost with you than alone in my head

So drive, drive, drive through this haze

Till the sun comes up and maybe we'll be brave

And maybe we won't

Chorus

Hypnotic drive

Hands on your lap, hands on the wheel

Hypnotic drive

Every mile I'm leaving someone else

Hypnotic drive

Sweat and smoke in the dark of the car

Hypnotic drive

I want to lose myself where we are

Bridge

The speedometer goes 100 past the line

I don't know who's driving, but it feels like the wheel wants me to ride

I let go of your wrist because I think you might be flying

And for a second nothing makes any sense

No names, no maps, no reason why we're here

Just you and the road and this empty, endless air

So maybe we'll find out who we are at 120 miles per hour

Chorus

Hypnotic drive

Hands on your lap, hands on the wheel

Hypnotic drive

Every mile I'm leaving someone else

Hypnotic drive

Sweat and smoke in the dark of the car

Hypnotic drive

I want to lose myself where we are