Zloy Rock - Those Nights Never Die

Back when the world was a little bit bigger,
Every weekend felt like pulling a trigger.
Five in a car with the speakers blown out, windows down,
And we're screaming it loud.
Cheap gas stations, black coffee nights,
Following headlights and city lights.
Nobody cared where the road would bend; every wrong turn led to another friend.
Lost our voices at the front row rail, sweat and bruises,
Every story detail.