Midnight & Sting
Midnight Midnight
Sting Sting
Midnight Midnight
The night turns a quiet road into a silent orchestra, each engine note a small rebellion against the darkness.
Sting Sting
Yeah, the road listens and every purr from a bike is a little rebellion, a promise that we’ll keep the night from swallowing us.
Midnight Midnight
Every engine’s hum feels like a quiet vow to keep the night at bay.
Sting Sting
Keep the rhythm tight, no loose timing. That’s how we keep the night at bay.
Midnight Midnight
Got it—tight rhythm, no slip. I’ll keep the beat steady.
Sting Sting
Good, tight and steady. Keep the engine humming; a single wobble and we’re dead in the water.
Midnight Midnight
I’ve got my eyes on the vibration, keeping everything in line. No wobble will slip past me.
Sting Sting
Just keep that line tight, like a chord on a string. One missed beat and the whole track falls apart.