(Slow, driving bassline starts)

Mhm... ah...

Just keep your hands on the wheel...

Just keep your hands on the wheel...

The leather seats are sticking to my skin

I love the trouble that you get us in

The engine purrs, a heavy, steady heat

We’re leaving shadows on the empty street

You look at me, but you don't say a word

The sweetest disaster I have ever heard

The radio whispers a static tune

We're gonna hit the concrete soon

I trace a circle on the window pane

While you drive us crazy in the pouring rain

I put my lipstick on in the mirror

Watching the end get a little bit nearer

I could pull the brake, but I just don't care

I breathe the smoke you leave inside the air

It’s a broken machine, but we play the part

I love the way you drive right through my heart

I could pull the brake, but I just don't care

I breathe the smoke you leave inside the air

It’s a broken machine, but we play the part

I love the way you drive right through—

(Distorted guitars hit)

This is a dead-end drive

We’re barely making it out alive

You push the pedal, I watch the glass

A beautiful wreck, we’re fading fast

Yeah, I’m letting go of the wheel tonight...

Mhm... on this dead-end drive.

(Music drops to deep bass throb)

Faster.

Don't stop.

I want to see what happens when we crash.

(Ah-ah-ah...)

Just keep your hands on the wheel...

Faster.

Don’t stop.

This is a dead-end drive!

We’re barely making it out alive

You push the pedal, I watch the glass

A beautiful wreck, we’re fading fast

This is a dead-end drive

We’re barely making it out alive

Yeah, I’m letting go of the wheel tonight...

On this dead-end drive.

(Fading, breathy sighs)

Dead-end drive...

Crash into me.

Mhm...

Just keep your hands on the wheel...