White Lines

White dotted lines swaying back and forth (give the)

Solid river, mystically unfolds

Heavy eyelids and howling stereo

Good vibrations wherever we go (White dotted lines)

Through the palm trees, we see two islands

Pave the graveyards and its dune of sand

No one onboard really understands

Why it matters, where the headlights land

White dotted lines shooting from the sky

Through the palm trees, dancing in the pines

Heavy eyelids and howling stereo

It's a function, we know where to go

White dotted lines jumping up and down

Welcome to the south, take a look around

See the islands, they say hi to you

There's no way back, you're part of the crew