White Lines In The Trees

[Verse 1]
Goggles on
Eyes wired wide
Lift chair swinging
Heart on a ride
Nose burning lines
Cold in my teeth
Tracks in the back bowl
Nothing beneath
[Chorus]
White lines in the trees
I’m gone
Chest on fire
I can’t come down
Snow ghosts chasing
I ride on
Can’t feel my face
I love this town
White lines in the trees
I’m high
Edge to edge
I’m cutting sky
If this is wrong
Then let it be
White lines
White lines
Racing through me
[Verse 2]
Black run
Sunrise
Pulse past red
Mittens off
Knuckles bled
Laugh with the locals
Eyes like glass
Say I’ll slow down
Then I blast past
[Chorus]
White lines in the trees
I’m gone
Chest on fire
I can’t come down
Snow ghosts chasing
I ride on
Can’t feel my face
I love this town
White lines in the trees
I’m high
Edge to edge
I’m cutting sky
If this is wrong
Then let it be
White lines
White lines
Racing through me
[Bridge]
Cabin light
Mirror talk
You and me
Sidewalk walk
One more run
One more key
Swear that slope
Is all I need (oh)
[Chorus]
White lines in the trees
I’m gone
Chest on fire
I can’t come down
Snow ghosts chasing
I ride on
Can’t feel my face
I love this town
White lines in the trees
I’m high
Edge to edge
I’m cutting sky
If this is wrong
Then let it be
White lines
White lines
Racing through me

High-octane electro-rock with male vocals; distorted bass riff and punching four-on-the-floor kick under the verses, opening into a wide, chant-heavy chorus with stacked gang vocals. Bright, biting synth leads skate over tight rhythm guitars; brief half-time drop before the last hook, then everything slams back in for a final shout-along outro.