Third Rail Signal (Norseman Cover)

Neon ghosts are buzzing on the power lines, and the city hums a tired, broken tune. I’m tuning past the noise of a thousand lives when your outlaw signal hits me like the moon. You frame the night like contraband, stealing fire from the shadows you find. Every shot you drop is a warning flare that you’re running on a different line. I feel the current crawling up my spine, that outlaw frequency under my skin. I’m leaning in closer, chasing the line I know what happens when I give in. You’re the third‑rail signal, shock‑bright, outlaw‑loud, pulling me in. Every spark you’re throwing burns hotter than the city we’re in. Touch that line and I come alive third‑rail signal, hit me again. You catch the sparks the city tries to hide, turning danger into something divine. Your lens hits hard like a live‑wire kiss, and I swear I feel it down my spine. I feel the current crawling up my spine, that outlaw frequency under my skin. I’m leaning in closer, chasing the line I know what happens when I give in. You’re the third‑rail signal, shock‑bright, outlaw‑loud, pulling me in. Every spark you’re throwing burns hotter than the city we’re in. Touch that line and I come alive third‑rail signal, hit me again. I follow your signal through the dark, ’cause you make the shadows feel like home. Every spark you send hits straight to the heart you’re the one frequency I never let go. You’re the third‑rail signal, shock‑bright, outlaw‑loud, pulling me in. Every spark you’re throwing burns hotter than the city we’re in. Touch that line and I come alive third‑rail signal, hit me again. Hit me again.