Track Insight / Lyrics
I grip the cold grey stone,
A heavy skin of bone.
I spin on wet oil seas,
Bringing the wind to knees.
Slick road, black rubber hum,
Beat like a steady drum.
White lines, yellow glare,
Cutting through midnight air.
Salt spray on every rim,
The yellow light grows dim.
I feel the metal heat,
Tearing the quiet street.
Slick road, black rubber hum,
Beat like a steady drum.
White lines, yellow glare,
Cutting through midnight air.
Steam rises from the grit,
Where the hot engines sit.
I carve a jagged track,
Never once looking back.
Slick road, black rubber hum,
Beat like a steady drum.
White lines, yellow glare,
Cutting through midnight air.
Damp asphalt, midnight ink,
Pushing the edge to brink.
Heavy the rolling weight,
Opening every gate.
Lamps flicker overhead,
Painting the pavement red.
No one is left to see,
Where the road meets the sea.
I spin through silver mist,
Turning a sudden twist.
Tight as a sailor's knot,
Giving the night all I got.
Slick road, black rubber hum,
Beat like a steady drum.
White lines, yellow glare,
Cutting through midnight air.
Keep it low, keep it slow.
Let the black river flow.
