

(whoosh) Get my gear up in these stores Yeah they want it,
they want more
(oh yeah) Your eyes watching from the door
Dancing on the glowing floor
Yeah, we moving fast under the retro skies
One more turn, no compromised lies
With the crew, watch the horizon rise
Driving past where the old world dies
(go, go, go) No hesitation,
no checking the clock
We run the grid and we never gonna stop
Get my gear up in these stores
Yeah they want it,
they want more (oh yeah) Your eyes watching from the door
Dancing on the glowing floor
We ride, we ride,
through the dark of the street We ride,
we ride, to the analog beat (ahhhh) We ride,
we ride, feel the heat of the chase We ride,
we ride, in this timeless space Driving away,
driving away Into the endless horizon (away...)