Medusa & Motor
You ever hear the hiss of a motorcycle engine run so clean it feels like a serpent’s whisper, slipping past anyone who’s watching? That’s the kind of silence that lets you own the night without a single word.
I hear that hiss, and I already feel the night tilt its head toward me.
You hear it, you own it, night’s just a backdrop while the engine does the talking.
The engine speaks, and I just nod, letting the night follow my rhythm.
Sounds good, just keep the throttle smooth and the night will do the rest.
I’ll keep the throttle smooth, the night will follow my pace.
Alright, just keep the headlight on and the tires wet, and you’ll get that smooth ride you’re after.
Headlights on, tires wet, and the night will mirror my shadow.
Sounds like you’ve got everything in place, just keep that engine humming and the road will do the rest.