NIGHTDRIVE PROTOCOL
Never shows his face
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- D# major
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 3.0s
- length
- 3:00
- language
- En
lyrics
(engine turning over) (cowbell enters, slow) Twelve past midnight and the city is a rumour Every light I catch is green, that is how I know it is mine Windows down in November just to feel something (feel something) Forty on the dash and the radio is dead air Don't call me, don't text (don't, don't) The road is the only thing that answers straight NIGHTDRIVE (drive, drive, drive) Nobody knows this exit but me NIGHTDRIVE (drive, drive, drive) Ain't running from it, running with it Petrol station strip light makes me look like evidence Cashier don't look up, that is the courtesy I pay for Coffee that tastes like a battery, I drink it anyway (anyway) Sixty now, and the white lines start to hum There is a version of this where I just keep going Where I don't turn around at the county line (let it sit) (cowbell returns alone) NIGHTDRIVE (drive, drive, drive) Nobody knows this exit but me NIGHTDRIVE (drive, drive, drive) Ain't running from it, running with it (brake, indicator ticking) Same time tomorrow