Дорога на встречу (Синтвейв)

Streetlights bleeding through the tinted glass. Watching the blurry scenery pass. Hands on the wheel, ten and two. Navigating the grid right back to you. Radio playing a low-key hum. The best part of the night is yet to Come. Red lights reflect in the rearview mirror. With every mile, the picture gets clearer. The hum of the tires, the rush of the Air. I'm halfway there, yeah, I'm halfway there. Cruising through the neon, Chasing the spark. Drawing a line right through the dark. The city is a blur, the destination is clear. Leaving behind all the doubt and the fear. Riding the wave of the evening tide. Enjoying the tension, enjoying the ride. Taking the corner, shifting the gear. The GPS whispering in my ear. Heartbeat matching the RPM. The night is an uncut beautiful gem. Just a few more blocks. Just a few more stops. Cruising through the neon, Chasing the spark. Drawing a line right through the dark. The city is a blur, the destination is clear. Leaving behind all the doubt and the fear.