Still running.
Black car moving underneath the rain.
Empty streets calling out your name.
Cold reflections dancing on the glass.
Everything around us moving fast.
You don't follow rules,
You make your own.
Every place you walk
Becomes your throne.
Leather jacket hiding what you feel.
Something in your
Silence feels too real.
Red lights fading in the rearview.
Every road keeps leading back to you.
You don't need permission to be free.
Black car moving underneath the rain.
Empty streets calling out your name.
Cold reflections dancing on the glass.
Everything around us moving fast.
You don't follow rules,
You make your own.
Every place you walk
Becomes your throne.
Leather jacket hiding what you feel.
Something in your
Silence feels too real.
Red lights fading in the rearview.
Every road keeps leading back to you.
You don't need permission to be free.