QUATTROTEQUE, LXMV SYMPHONY

I’m getting high on the views
And the cool night air
I got nothing to lose
I’m going nowhere

I’m going nowhere

I’m going no

I’m going nowhere

I’m getting high on the views
And the cool night air
I got nothing to
I’m going nowhere
Memories surge
Like a raging tide
I keep on driving
I ride
I’m getting high on the views
And the cool night air
I got nothing to
I’m going nowhere
City lights blur
A distant memory
In the hills
The night's a symphony

I’m going nowhere

I’m going nowhere

I’m going nowhere