كلمات WHITE GRAINS

White grains on the black skin of the sea Rolling through the canyon on a mission for the heat It's just a rush, I need to stay awake It's just a risk I need to make White grains on the black skin of the sea Driving fast Moving fast Living fast Fast, fast, fast Palms on the high, my nerves are open wide Cold plastic edges cutting through the tight grip Check the mirror for the flash of a blue light Shift a stick and vanish in a blur of grey Counting out the minutes, counting out the bills Counting out the miles White grains on the black skin of the sea Rolling through the canyon on a mission for the heat It's just a rush, I need to stay awake It's just a risk I need to make White grains on the black skin of the sea Driving fast Moving fast Living fast Fast, fast, fast Jaw swinging loose, tighter than a lace on shoes Expensive powder falling on an expensive trim Nothing but the hum of the engine in my skull Every street looks like a finish line tonight Counting out the minutes, counting out the bills Counting out the miles White grains on the black skin of the sea Rolling through the canyon on a mission for the heat It's just a rush, I need to stay awake It's just a risk I need to make White grains on the black skin of the sea Driving fast Moving fast Living fast Fast, fast, fast