[VERSE 1] Met you under that small-town sign, Wind was cold, but your hand was mine. Two wild hearts with a spark to chase, A little fire, a little grace. [PRE-CHORUS] Every scar and every mile, Led me here — makes it all worthwhile. [CHORUS] We’re rough around the seams, but baby we shine, You’re my wild truth in this life of mine. We fight hard, love harder, stand taller through the dark, Two rebels rollin’ with one heart. Yeah, we’re rough around the seams, strong and true, There ain’t a storm that can shake what we do. What we do… what we do…”) [VERSE 2] That old truck still knows our names, Dusty roads and dashboard flames. You hum that song, I find the key, Yeah, that’s home, right there to me. [PRE-CHORUS] When the nights get long, the world gets loud, We hold our ground, we make it proud. [CHORUS] We’re rough around the seams, but baby we shine, You’re my wild truth in this life of mine. We fight hard, love harder, stand taller through the dark, Two rebels rollin’ with one heart. Yeah, we’re rough around the seams, strong and true, There ain’t a storm that can shake what we do. [BRIDGE] We’ve been burned, we’ve been blessed, Learned that love’s a kind of test. But I’d walk that fire again, If it means you’re there in the end. [FINAL CHORUS] We’re rough around the seams, hearts collide, Every fall just proves we tried. We rise up, we don’t let go, Through every high, through every low. We’re rough around the seams, me and you — Forever’s got nothin’ on what we do. What we do… [Outro] [Soft acoustic guitar + gentle reverb, vocals front and center] Yeah… what we do… (mmm) Me and you… ohhh… [Short pause — faint breath and guitar swell] [Lead more intense] Through every storm, through every fight, You and me — we burn so bright. [Harmony softly echoes] (“burn so bright…”) What we do — can’t break, (can't break) can’t bend, (Can't bend) We don’t fade (we don't fade), (we don’t end) [Echo layer] (“don’t end… don’t end…”) [Lead heavy and firm] Forever’s just the start… [Band swells — electric guitar bend, cymbal roll] [Final line - raspy, powerful] …of what we do. [Reverb swell, long echo trail]— (“what we do… what we do…”) [Fade out — solo guitar holds last chord, distant echo repeating softly]