Sonic Highway 2 (wersja 2)

Verse

Empty street, four wheels glow

Fuel tank low, I know the flow

Headlight beam cuts through the dark

Tailpipe hums like a bassline low

Racing line where the shadows go

Engine roar and nothing said

Drifting's where my soul is bred

Pavement warm beneath the tire bite

Streetlights bleeding in pale light

Every turn a lesson learned tonight

Gearbox shudders, brake engages cold

Skid marks glowing amber gold

I'm chasing speed but I don't chase time

Only the rhythm of the drift line

Pre-Chorus

Floor down, lights on black

Hear it calling, where's my track?

Chorus

Sonic highway, burning rubber skin

Nothing holding me back from the win

Drifting free with every twist and bend

Sonic highway, drifting till I end

Bleeding chrome and engine heat

Skyline blurs where shadows meet

Foot down low on the four-wheel drift

This is living like a reckless lift

Verse

Wiper blade cuts out the darkened air

Engine purrs like it's sharing care

Tire smoke hanging heavy gold

I turn corners that don't want to hold

Every mistake teaches me how

To drive smooth, but still drive now

Gearbox screams where the clutch engages tight

RPM climbs through the cold blue night

Pre-Chorus

Floor down, lights on black

Hear it calling, where's my track?

Chorus

Sonic highway, burning rubber skin

Nothing holding me back from the win

Drifting free with every twist and bend

Sonic highway, drifting till I end

Bleeding chrome and engine heat

Skyline blurs where shadows meet

Foot down low on the four-wheel drift

This is living like a reckless lift

Bridge

No finish line for the drifting night

Just the road unfolding, shining bright

I lose track of time in smoke and speed

Every corner teaches what it means to feel

Chorus

Sonic highway, burning rubber skin

Nothing holding me back from the win

Drifting free with every twist and bend

Sonic highway, drifting till I end

Bleeding chrome and engine heat

Skyline blurs where shadows meet

Foot down low on the four-wheel drift

This is living like a reckless lift

Outro

Lights come up on an empty street

Fuel tank running thin and weak