I Don’t Carry a Gun, I Drive. | Trip-Hop | Atmospheric Alternative Rock

Five minutes is all he needs to get the job done — until love gives him something worth risking everything for. He moves through the city after dark, No words, no fear, no leaving a mark. A wheel in his hands, a road ahead, Five minutes to run, then he's gone instead. I don't carry a gun, I drive. I don't carry a gun, I drive. She sees the danger behind his eyes, He sees a life he can't disguise. For once he wants something more, Something worth coming back for. You give me a time, a place, I give you a five-minute window. I don't carry a gun, I drive. I don't carry a gun, I drive. Her husband comes back, with debts to repay, Old enemies waiting, closing in every way. A child is watching, a family at stake, He takes the wheel for their escape. I don't carry a gun, I drive. I don't carry a gun, I drive. The plan goes wrong, the shots ring out, He faces the blood, there's no way out. One man falls, the danger remains, Now he's driving through the burning lanes. I don't carry a gun, I drive. I don't carry a gun, I drive. He knows the danger, stays by their side. With everything at stake, there's nowhere to hide. He'll take the blame, he'll take the fall, If it keeps them safe, he'll risk it all. I don't carry a gun, I drive. I don't carry a gun, I drive. One last drive, one final run, No turning back when it's begun. He cleans the blood, he takes the blame, And walks alone into the flame. I don't carry a gun, I drive. I don't carry a gun, I drive. For her. For the boy. For the life they knew. He never speaks Of what he had to do. Is that dangerous? It's only part time. I drive. I don't carry a gun, I drive. I don't carry a gun, I drive. Wounded, he drives away, Leaving them safe, come what may. One final ride, Then he disappears into the night. I don't carry a gun, I drive.