Музыка в дорогу, Музыка в авто, Музыка в машину, Музыка Релакс Коллекция White Lines

Concrete towers fading in the glass
A heavy week is sinking in the past
The amber lights are bleeding into grey
I shift the gear and pull the hours away

Just the hum of the engine wire
Just the turning of the tire

White lines pulling me into the clear
Nothing but the radio and atmosphere
Leave the noise and let the static die
Underneath the open, waking sky

Billboards standing hollow in the wind
This is where the quiet finally begins
A distant frequency is catching on
We ride the rhythm till the night is gone

White lines pulling me into the clear
Nothing but the radio and atmosphere
Leave the noise and let the static die
Underneath the open, waking sky

Fading out, fading in
Where the edge of the world begins