Fumaça sob os faróis (wersja 2)

Verse

Tire smoke drifting where the yellow line bends

Engine purrs low while the city turns again

Shoulder tap close to the passenger door

One more turn south before I hit the floor

Windows down letting in the low hum

Bassline crawling through my empty drum

Right rear tire smoking by the second light

Keep your eyes closed tight, it's still alright

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel it climbing up the spine?

Nothing but the glow and the rhythm of mine?

Chorus

Fumaça sob os faróis, let me drift away

Tires humming soft through the break of day

Hands on the wheel but my soul takes flight

Fumaça sob os faróis, into morning light

Verse

Streetlights blinking out like a heartbeat slows

Neon signs fade to a hazy glow

One long corner spinning by the bridge

Rearview mirror showing nothing but ridge

Your palm on my knee steady and slow

Radio static is all I know

Smoke curls up where the brake lights meet

Keep that engine running, don't you need

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel it climbing up the spine?

Nothing but the glow and the rhythm of mine?

Chorus

Fumaça sob os faróis, let me drift away

Tires humming soft through the break of day

Hands on the wheel but my soul takes flight

Fumaça sob os faróis, into morning light

Bridge

Slow down now

Slow it low

Let the smoke hang heavy as the sun begins to glow

No destination left, only this drive we own

Chorus

Fumaça sob os faróis, let me drift away

Tires humming soft through the break of day

Hands on the wheel but my soul takes flight

Fumaça sob os faróis, into morning light