V A E L O R A - Trip to Island

A rhythm that I can't repeat.
The neon lights are passing by,
Reflections dancing in my eyes.
The world outside is fading fast; I'm leaving all my fears behind at last.
The night is mine, the road is clear,
I've got no destination near.
We're moving through the silent air,
The stars are scattered everywhere.
The engine purrs, the beat is deep,
A secret that the night will keep.
Midnight drive, wet chase and light,