Rush Hour Love

[Intro] [Dramatic start....BOOM.............BOOM, BOOM, then drops into heavy, layered synth arpeggios] (Rush hour love) (Rush hour love) (Rush hour love) Ooooooh, you move like a green light flash, And I can’t stop, no, I won’t slow down. [Verse 1] Girl, you slide in like a fever dream, Gold-streaked motion in a black machine. You got fire on your lips and a hand so cold, Got me racing every red light home. You flick your wrist, put the music loud, Bass hitting heavy through the underground. You pull me in, just to let me go, Every time we run, we lose control. [Pre-Chorus] Bang—when you take that turn, Fangs—when your eyes start to burn. Every time we hit the city heat, Every street sign blurs into speed. [Chorus] [Explosive, high-energy, layered harmonies, echoing synth stabs.] In the rush hour love, Girl, when you pick me up, Strobing in your blacked-out Benz, And we’re gunning on down that bend. In the rush hour love, Shocking like a live-wire touch, Baby, you belong in the fast lane, Yeah, we’re burning all night again. (Rush hour love) (Rush hour love) [Verse 2] [Tension builds, hypnotic and intoxicating.] Tell me how you turn ice to steam, With your foot down hard and your hands on me. You’re a hurricane, I’m a car in heat, Spinning through the dark on live wires. We don’t stop, no we never could, Brakes don’t work when the love’s this good. Every wrong turn leads us home, We keep running till the feeling’s gone. [Pre-Chorus] [More urgency, dynamic phrasing, synths swell.] Bang—when you switch those gears, Fangs—when the night gets near. Every time we hit the city heat, Every street sign blurs into speed. [Chorus - Variation] [Even bigger, soaring vocals, stacked harmonies.] In the rush hour love, Girl, when you pick me up, Strobing in your blacked-out Benz, And we’re gunning on down that bend. In the rush hour love, Shocking like a live-wire touch, Baby, you belong in the fast lane, Yeah, we’re burning all night again. (Rush hour love) (Rush hour love) [Bridge] [Stripped back, distorted synths, heartbeat bass—tense, intimate.] We don’t think, we don’t talk, Just hands on the wheel, and a love that shocks. No red lights, no way out, Just a ride or die in the thunderclouds. [Breath—pause—final chorus kicks in!] [Final Chorus] [Final euphoric hit—huge vocals, massive synths, pulsing bass.] In the rush hour love, Girl, when you pick me up, Strobing in your blacked-out Benz, And we’re gunning on down that bend. In the rush hour love, Shocking like a live-wire touch, Baby, you belong in the fast lane, Yeah, we’re burning all night again. (Rush hour love) (Rush hour love) [Outro] (Synths fading, distant fades, last heartbeat bass pulse.) (Rush hour love… we don’t stop… we don’t stop…)