Sahara Highline (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Brass kettle humming on the silver tray

Shadow of the railcar cutting through the clay

You tilt your shades with that lazy smile

Miles of yellow stretching out in style

Pre-Chorus

Steel wheel singing to the dunes below

If this is the high, don't let it go

Can we keep this heat when the shadows grow?

Chorus

Catch the gold on the Sahara Highline

Hold this moment while the sun is mine

Wind in the window, amber on the floor

Never had a feeling hit like this before

Ride it all the way on the Sahara Highline

Verse 2

Cardamom and sugar on the tip of your tongue

Telegraph wire where the daylight hung

You trace my collar with a cedar bead

Got all the momentum that we ever need

Pre-Chorus

Steel wheel singing to the dunes below

If this is the high, don't let it go

Can we keep this heat when the shadows grow?

Chorus

Catch the gold on the Sahara Highline

Hold this moment while the sun is mine

Wind in the window, amber on the floor

Never had a feeling hit like this before

Ride it all the way on the Sahara Highline

Bridge

Stations vanish in the midday glare

Let the map run out, I don’t even care

Keep your steady hand right where it stays

Lock this feeling in a golden blaze

Chorus

Catch the gold on the Sahara Highline

Hold this moment while the sun is mine

Wind in the window, amber on the floor

Never had a feeling hit like this before

Ride it all the way on the Sahara Highline