Lemon Light

Built a car
from rust and dreams.
Seats were ripped,
radio screamed.
Gas ran low,
the night was young.
No clue where,
just open road.

Our hearts too fast,
our plans too bold.
We burned fast,
we burned bright
we saw the world
in lemon light.

We burned fast,
we burned bright
we saw the world
in lemon light.

The club stood
on concrete knees,
strobes like stars
and memories.
She wore smiles
like neon fire.
Her eyes could make
the dark a choir.

We kissed beneath
the speaker shine,
half-drunk
on lemon wine.
Lemon light
across her face,
in every beat,
in every place.
With no regrets,
no wrong, no right.

Fast food stand,
1:15.
Steam and fries
and teenage dreams.
Laughing hard
at future plans,
wiping sauce
with paper hands.

We played the night,
no need to lie.
Coins and stars
and appetite.

We burned fast,
we burned bright
we saw the world
in lemon light.

Party haze
bled into dawn.
Blanket shared,
the music gone.
Sun rose slow
in tangerine,
across a world
we’d never seen.

We drove until
the feeling died,
but kept on
side by side.
Lemon light
on silver skin.
No map to keep,
no end in sight.

We burned fast,
we burned bright
we saw the world
in lemon light.

When that song plays,
I rewind.
Feel the heat
we left behind.
The world moved on,
the scene is past.
But I still
hum as live the past.

We burned fast,
we burned bright
we saw the world
in lemon light.