

Verse
Tarmac shimmer at the end of June
Flip-flops slapping to a two-step tune
Sparklers writing our names in the air
Salt and sunscreen tangled in my hair
Boombox balanced on the hood, turned up loud
Nineteen years old and we own this crowd
Pre-Chorus
Can you feel it climbing higher
Every streetlamp turning gold
Are we ready, are we flying
Before the summer gets too old
Chorus
We're walking runway lights
Down the middle of the street like it's a stage tonight
Chin up, heartbeat bright
Golden hour on our skin, we were born for this light
Runway lights, runway lights
Verse
Corner store slushies melting down our wrists
Ferris wheel spinning like a paper list
Of every reckless thing we swore we'd do
Neon sign flickering electric blue
Friday night traffic, windows rolled down wide
Whole town watching us, arms open, alive
Pre-Chorus
Can you feel it climbing higher
Every streetlamp turning gold
Are we ready, are we flying
Before the summer gets too old
Chorus
We're walking runway lights
Down the middle of the street like it's a stage tonight
Chin up, heartbeat bright
Golden hour on our skin, we were born for this light
Runway lights, runway lights
Bridge
Someday we'll be older, further from July
But right now the whole horizon's ours to try
No stumble, no doubt, just sneakers on the line
This is our runway, and it's showtime
Chorus
We're walking runway lights
Down the middle of the street like it's a stage tonight
Chin up, heartbeat bright
Golden hour on our skin, we were born for this light
Runway lights, runway lights
Runway lights
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