Whisky (Original Mix)

Yeah.
Rolling through the city
Clock strikes too.
Neons on the glass
Looking at the view.
Ice in the cup
Blowing up the glass.
Living in the moment.
Moving way too fast
Thoughts in my head start to fade away
Chasing all the shadows turning
Night to day.
Cold we go.
Feeling so
Leaving all the stress and the noise behind.
Low pace bumping
Heart rate six
One more shot.
Tell me what you think
Taste it on my lips.
Running through my veins.
Washing off the damage.
Melting