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
