PENDULUM DRIVE / Synthwave Track

Описание: Back and forth—
back and forth—
keep it steady.

Headlights carve a tunnel through the midnight haze,
yellow lines like measures in a looping phrase.
City falls behind me in a soft electric glow,
like a thought I can’t keep, like a place I can’t go.
Engine hums a mantra, low and warm and tight,
every mile a promise I can almost get right.
I don’t need a witness, I don’t need a name—
just the road, just the rhythm, just the flame.

I let the clock talk, but I don’t reply,
I’ve learned how to move when the minutes bite.
If the world wants to pull me apart—
I’ll swing through the dark on a single heart.

Back and forth, I ride the line,
like a pendulum keeping time.
Swinging wide, then coming home,
always moving, always alone.
Back and forth, the night reforms—
neon blood and distant storms.
If I lose it, I lose it tonight,
so I keep the rhythm, I keep the drive.

Mirrors show a stranger with my hands and eyes,
a silhouette stitched to a thousand tries.
Street signs flash decisions I don’t want to choose,
so I let them pass like the evening news.
There’s a kind of freedom in the measured speed,
in the clean repeat of a necessary need.
Not running from a thing, not chasing a ghost—
just staying in motion when I need it most.

I let the clock talk, but I don’t reply,
I’ve learned how to move when the minutes bite.
If the world wants to pull me apart—
I’ll swing through the dark on a single heart.

Back and forth, I ride the line,
like a pendulum keeping time.
Swinging wide, then coming home,
always moving, always alone.
Back and forth, the night reforms—
neon blood and distant storms.
If I lose it, I lose it tonight,
so I keep the rhythm, I keep the drive.
Somewhere, morning’s waiting with a quieter light,
but I’m not ready for a room that doesn’t vibrate.
I’m learning how to live inside the in-between—
not the start, not the ending… just the clean.

Back… and forth…

Kick the pulse back into place,
feel the wheel in your hands.
Every swing is a second chance—
every return, a stand.

Back and forth, I ride the line,
like a pendulum keeping time.
Swinging wide, then coming home,
always moving, never grown.
Back and forth, I won’t come down—
not tonight, not in this town.
If I lose it, I lose it tonight,
so I keep the rhythm, I keep the drive.
so I keep the rhythm, I keep the drive.

Back and forth—
back and forth
Back and forth—
back and forth—
keep it steady.

Headlights carve a tunnel through the midnight haze,
yellow lines like measures in a looping phrase.
City falls behind me in a soft electric glow,
like a thought I can’t keep, like a place I can’t go.
Engine hums a mantra, low and warm and tight,
every mile a promise I can almost get right.
I don’t need a witness, I don’t need a name—
just the road, just the rhythm, just the flame.

I let the clock talk, but I don’t reply,
I’ve learned how to move when the minutes bite.
If the world wants to pull me apart—
I’ll swing through the dark on a single heart.
Back and forth, I ride the line,
like a pendulum keeping time.
Swinging wide, then coming home,
always moving, never grown.
Back and forth, I won’t come down—
not tonight, not in this town.
If I lose it, I lose it tonight,
so I keep the rhythm, I keep the drive.