Chrome Midnight Drift
(mmm-hmm, hmmm)
Silver lines
on the cold glass
Steady glide
as the lights pass
We roll the windows down just to breathe
Watch the silver-blue haze weave
La nuit glisse sur le pare-brise (ooh-la-la)
Un mot doux que le vent brise
Dashboard glow in a slow drift
Every turn
is a soft shift
Wet pavement reflecting the glow
We keep it steady and low
Suddenly the street opens wide
We find the hidden spark inside
La nuit
glisse sur le pare-brise
(ooh-la-la) Un mot doux que le vent brise
(glisse sur le pare-brise...)