Verse 1
Neon hums through the cracked windowpane
Bassline bleeding into my brain
Your hand lands soft on the gearshift's worn wood
We're cruising like nobody's watching us here
Palm trees sway slow out in the streetlight haze
Every mile is borrowed, not ours to repay
Pre-Chorus
Can you feel it climbing higher with every turn
Is that the engine purring or my heart that learns
Is this just the night, or is this something real?
Can't tell yet, but I'm ready to heal
Chorus
Hold on to the pulse of the city tonight
Pulse of the city
Keep it alive in your heartbeat tonight
Pulse of the city
We don't need more than one streetlight shining bright
Pulse of the city
Every single mile of this long night is ours to write
Verse 2
Fenders rusted where a chrome stripe used to be
Your shadow stretches out across the curbline, free
Engine coughs and sputters but we don't slow down
We've been running for hours and neither one's letting go
Streetlights stutter like they can't decide what to do
Every streetlamp flickers 'cause it wants this ride too
Pre-Chorus
Can you feel it climbing higher with every turn
Is that the engine purring or my heart that learns
Is this just the night, or is this something real?
Can't tell yet, but I'm ready to heal
Chorus
Hold on to the pulse of the city tonight
Pulse of the city
Keep it alive in your heartbeat tonight
Pulse of the city
We don't need more than one streetlight shining bright
Pulse of the city
Every single mile of this long night is ours to write
Bridge
Maybe every engine cough is just a drumbeat
Maybe the whole world's turning and we're not late yet
So I'll hold on tight and let it pull me under
Where the dashboard turns silver, so can our future
Nothing left behind but the glow of the streetlight
Just two engines burning for one single mile
Chorus
Hold on to the pulse of the city tonight
Pulse of the city
Keep it alive in your heartbeat tonight
Pulse of the city
We don't need more than one streetlight shining bright
Pulse of the city
Every single mile of this long night is ours to write
Outro
Still holding on, still riding into the gold
Hold on to the pulse of the city 'til it turns cold
