[Intro] Headlights Heartbeat Red line Red heat You feel that? (I feel it) You hear that? (let’s kill it) [Verse] Neon on my dash Late night Wrong lane Speed camera flash We just laugh No shame Blue in the mirror Sirens start to cry You bite my shoulder Say “Push it We’ll fly” [Verse] You trace maps on my hand All scars No plans Your lipstick on my neck Your fate in my hands You say “If we crash We crash It’s fine” “Just don’t you dare Don’t you dare Slow the line” (don’t slow down) [Chorus] Get close to death Till you taste the steel The closer you are to death The more alive you feel It’s a wonderful way to live and the only way to drive We’re burning up the limit just to prove we’re still alive (get close) (get close to death) [Verse] Blacktop blur White lines cut like glass Cop car chorus in the distance Gaining fast You laugh in my ear Say “Lose those fools” (lose them) “Cut left through the trucks Break every rule” [Chorus] Get close to death Till you taste the steel The closer you are to death The more alive you feel It’s a wonderful way to live and the only way to drive We’re burning up the limit just to prove we’re still alive (get close) (get close to death) [Bridge] [Beat strips back Low synth pulse] You: “What if this is it?” Her: “Then let it hit” (let it hit) You: “What if we don’t survive?” Her: “Then at least we were alive” (so alive) Two hearts One turn One breath One burn Say my name at 105 Promise me we never drive to survive [Verse] Rain starts cutting diamond lines in the glare Tires kiss water Back end slips in the air You grip the wheel I grip the prayer you don’t say She whispers “If we die We die this way” (this way) [Chorus] Get close to death Till you taste the steel The closer you are to death The more alive you feel It’s a wonderful way to live and the only way to drive We’re burning up the limit just to prove we’re still alive (get close) (get close to death) [Outro] Cruising on fumes Sunrise on chrome Laughing like bandits who stole their own tombstone You kiss my neck Breathe “Promise me one thing” (one thing) “Next time we chase death We’ll make the sirens sing” (get close)
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