(ahhhh) Streets are wide, the air is cold
Running past the signs of old
Watch the headlights start to fade
In the shadow of the grid we made
I feel the pressure start to break
With every single turn I take
(oh yeah)
We are chasing the freedom we lost in the dark
Igniting the engine and finding a spark
Running the highway where the sky
meets the line
Just trying to outrun our time
Fading paint and broken glass
Nothing here was built to last
But we can find another way
Before the sky
turns into gray We are chasing the freedom
we lost in the dark
Igniting the engine and finding a spark
Running the highway where the sky
meets the line
Just trying to outrun our time