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