Don’t stop, let the night drip like honey on fire,
we’re cracked chrome saints in a stolen car choir.
Tambourines rattle like loose change in heaven,
your lipstick graffiti still burns on the engine.
Keep the headlights hungry, keep the jukebox alive,
every heartbeat’s a criminal learning to drive.
If the road turns to sunrise, we’ll knife it in two—
just don’t stop, baby, the world’s almost true.