White grains on the black skin of the sea
Rolling through the canyon on a mission for the heat
It's just a rush, I need to stay awake
It's just a risk I need to make
White grains on the black skin of the sea

Driving fast
Moving fast
Living fast
Fast, fast, fast

Palms on the high, my nerves are open wide
Cold plastic edges cutting through the tight grip
Check the mirror for the flash of a blue light
Shift a stick and vanish in a blur of grey

Counting out the minutes, counting out the bills
Counting out the miles

White grains on the black skin of the sea
Rolling through the canyon on a mission for the heat
It's just a rush, I need to stay awake
It's just a risk I need to make
White grains on the black skin of the sea

Driving fast
Moving fast
Living fast
Fast, fast, fast

Jaw swinging loose, tighter than a lace on shoes
Expensive powder falling on an expensive trim
Nothing but the hum of the engine in my skull
Every street looks like a finish line tonight

Counting out the minutes, counting out the bills
Counting out the miles

White grains on the black skin of the sea
Rolling through the canyon on a mission for the heat
It's just a rush, I need to stay awake
It's just a risk I need to make
White grains on the black skin of the sea

Driving fast
Moving fast
Living fast
Fast, fast, fast