Текст песни
The seat’s still warm from where you sat,
But now it’s just me and the dashboard’s glow.
The radio hums a half‑forgotten tune,
And I talk to the silence like it knows my name.
I ask the road: «Am I going the right way?»
It answers: «Keep driving—you’ll find your own map».
Passenger, are you still with me?
In the shadow of the headlights, I can’t be free.
You’re the voice in my head, the ghost in the seat,
The one who won’t let me quit, won’t let me retreat.
Every mile’s a question, every turn’s a test,
I glance at the empty seat: «Do you approve of this?»
The wind sighs through the cracks, a whisper low and thin,
«You’re not alone—even when the road gets dim».
I ask the road: «How much further now?»
It answers: «As far as you need to go».
Passenger, are you still with me?
In the shadow of the headlights, I can’t be free.
You’re the voice in my head, the ghost in the seat,
The one who won’t let me quit, won’t let me retreat.
Maybe you’re just a mirror of my fear,
Or the courage I hide when the night gets near.
But if you’re real or just a dream,
You’re the rhythm that keeps this engine clean.
Passenger… still with me…
Just the road… and the radio…
