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[Verse 1]
You tilt that Stetson like a loaded dare,
Blue-steel grin in the carnival glare.
Cherry chapstick tastes of sweet outlaw,
Drags me closer than a county law.
Your laugh’s a spark that hits the fuse,
Bare-feet tap to a back-road blues.
If we cross that line, can’t climb back over—
Baby, strike it hot, burn down the clover.
[Chorus]
Fire-touch—flash—night ignites bright,
Gasoline halo in the rebel moonlight.
No seatbelts, no brake-lights glow,
We’ll ride the sparks ’til the rivers run low.
When your lips find mine, clocks quit time—
Heartbeats hammer in a two-stroke rhyme.
Can’t hit stop on a wildfire show—
Let it roar, let it roll, let it blow.
[Verse 2]
Miles will mutter in a backseat dust,
Morning might judge, but it won’t judge us.
Throw tomorrow in the glovebox hush,
Floorboard flames in an all-night rush.
Steal a sunrise off a diesel drum,
Paint the horizon with a steel-toe hum.
If daybreak stings like a goodbye cough,
We’ll laugh at the ashes and shake ’em off.
[Chorus]
Fire-touch—flash—night ignites bright,
Gasoline halo in the rebel moonlight.
No seatbelts, no brake-lights glow,
We’ll ride the sparks ’til the rivers run low.
When your lips find mine, clocks quit time—
Heartbeats hammer in a two-stroke rhyme.
Can’t hit stop on a wildfire show—
Let it roar, let it roll, let it blow.
[Bridge]
Maybe fate’s a busted string
On a pawn-shop Tele gold;
Still, we’ll bend that note to ring—
Watch the jealous stars unfold.
[Chorus]
Fire-touch—flash—night ignites bright,
Gasoline halo in the rebel moonlight.
No seatbelts, no brake-lights glow,
We’ll ride the sparks ’til the rivers run low.
When your lips find mine, clocks quit time—
Heartbeats hammer in a two-stroke rhyme.
Can’t hit stop on a wildfire show—
Let it roar, let it roll, let it blow.
