V A E L O R A - Midnight run

One road, all night, nothing left to slow down for.
Streetlights dripping on the road,
Headlights cut across the smoke.
Every signal turning red, static running through my head.
Concrete shadows moving slow, neon burning down below.
Every mile feels automatic, every night feels cinematic.
Cold roads, fast life, midnight run.
Heartbeat fast lane, rain running down the frame.