Flames climbing up from the start, You reach across and grab my hand, Outside it’s coming down hard, But I don’t care where we even land. Tell ‘em the storm’s barking up the wrong tree You say, “It’s you and me, keep your foot on the gas.” Radio low, and your face in the dashlight, Every mile we pass, double down on that pact. Rolling past every sign they put in our way, Throwing warnings out the window like the words don’t weigh, And love don’t run when the sky goes black; We lean in, we promise, we never give that back. We’re fire, we’re rain, We’re burning runway into morning again. If the world’s gonna turn, let ‘em talk, let ‘em say, No water can put out what we set aflame. It’s locked in, right here, Playing the night just like we can’t hear the fear You and me, gripping tight, running right through the strain, Can’t drown, can’t blow out what we staked in the flame. Old scars, new towns float by our rearview, Laughing about the cars that never left their block. We stretch out a promise like tired old bluejeans, A half-tanked Chevy and the windows up, chasing what’s not lost. You leave fingerprints on my future, Through sleepless rain, through busted lights, Shut out the world when shadows clatter on the surface If doubts start a roaring, we’re gone before invite. Let ‘em shiver, let ‘em howl at the loss, We choose the risk, not counting any cost; Gas breaths fighting back everything that fades, We run hotter, burn faster, so nothing decays. We’re fire, we’re rain, We’re burning runway into morning again. If the world’s gonna turn, let ‘em talk, let ‘em say, No water can put out what we set aflame. It’s locked in, right here, Playing the night just like we can’t hear the fear You and me, gripping tight, running right through the strain, Can’t drown, can’t blow out what we staked in the flame. Fourteen years, feels like minutes and miles, Can’t cool off what gets hotter each trial. When all they remember is how fast the fight came They won’t forget; We meant every damn word we ever said. We’re fire, we’re rain, We’re burning runway into morning again. If the world’s gonna turn, let ‘em talk, let ‘em pray, No flood can undo what started this way. Chests beating out on that stayed-up night, Gas on the fire, no letting off, no flight You and me, holding on, through wind, through pain, Can’t drown, can’t blow out what we staked in the flame. Hands caught together, sworn in the heat, Dry lips, tired songs, stuck to the same seat You nod, storm outside, I drive all night, eyes in my flame, No rain gonna smother, no hope ever tamed.
