Lights on the curve, just up ahead,
We follow where the moment led.
Golden sparks along the bend,
No idea where this road ends.
Each flicker shines like something new,
No rearview truth can shade this view.
Steady hands and endless night,
We’re moving with the speed of light.
Lights on the curve, don’t disappear,
We're holding fast with no more fear.
Let the silence pass us by—
We were made for roads that fly.
Shadows stretch and twist and fade,
We kiss the dark and call it brave.
Streetlamps whisper to the dash,
No regrets, just burning flash.
Forget the signs we never knew,
We’ve got a spark, we’ve got a view.
Even in the sharpest turns,
We lean into the way it burns.
Lights on the curve, don’t disappear,
We're holding fast with no more fear.
Let the silence pass us by—
We were made for roads that fly.
If the night should break in two,
I’d still chase it all with you.
Let the dark unravel slow,
We’re the fire that makes it glow.
Lights on the curve, guide us home,
Even if we roam alone.
What we have is what we drive—
Hearts alive and wheels that thrive.
