歌词
My dreams are edged in neon
They come swerving through the night
Like black, glittering crystals
With dazzling headlights
And the only way that I can describe them
Is in a streamlined, silent language
In a fast car, in a big, dark car
Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate... over the tar
Drive me to the centre of pleasure
To the centre of maximum pleasure
Drive me to the centre of pleasure
To the centre of maximum, maximum, maximum pleasure
My dreams are etched in neon
They come shooting through my mind
Gliding through the gears
To new hedonic hemispheres
As something flashes in the silver sky
And something shimmers on the surface of the lake
And something shines in my speedometer eyes
And something warm and flesh and metal rushing
-Rushing – through the night
Drive
Drive me to the centre of pleasure
To the centre of maximum pleasure
Drive me to the centre of pleasure
To the centre of maximum, maximum, maximum pleasure
I dream a neon car, hurtling on an empty road
I am the driver, leaving the city lights behind
I want that car and I want it now
I want that dream and I wanna joyride it
In a fast car, in a big, dark car
I want that car and I want it, I want it, I want it now
Drive me to the centre of pleasure
To the centre of maximum pleasure
Drive me to the centre of pleasure
To the centre of maximum pleasure
Drive me to the centre of pleasure
To the centre of maximum pleasure
Drive me to the centre of pleasure
To the centre of maximum, maximum
Maximum, maximum pleasure