The neon rain is coming down like sheets of lead,
Washing the thoughts right out of my head.
You’re standing there in a doorway, soaked to the bone,
Looking for a feeling you’ve never quite known.
Forget the tech, forget the shine,
I just want your messy heart pressed against mine.
The streetlights are flickering, dying in the street,
While I’m tracking the rhythm of your heavy feet.
I don’t want the polished, I don’t want the clean,
I want the jagged parts that stay unseen.
Your hands are shaking and your breath is thin,
Let’s see where the hell we actually begin.
There’s no map for this, no logic, no plan,
Just a desperate woman and a desperate man.
The sky is black and the water is cold,
Doing exactly what the fuck we were told.
But the rules are breaking in the middle of the night,
And the only thing real is this flickering light.
It’s chromed out lovers in the neon rain,
Trying to find a way to outrun the pain.
It’s raw, it’s heavy, it’s a beautiful mess,
Screaming for a ghost in a summer dress.
Harder than the concrete, sharper than the glass,
Watching every goddamn second pass.
No heaven waiting, no soul to save,
Just two lovers dancing on the edge of a grave.
Chromed out. Neon rain.
The alleyway smells like wet asphalt and smoke,
Another dirty line, another tired joke.
I’m looking for the heat underneath the skin,
Wondering how much deeper I can get in.
Strip the layers back 'til there's nothing left,
A slow-motion crime, a beautiful theft.
You taste like salt and the end of the world,
While the smoke and the shadows get tightly curled.
I don't need a witness, I don't need a priest,
I just want the hunger, I just want the beast.
Push me against the bricks and let it all fall,
I want to feel the weight of it, the height of the wall.
We’re just skin and bone in a city of stone,
Trying like hell not to die alone.
Give me the truth, even if it hurts.
Give me the blood on the collars of shirts.
I’m tired of the faking, I’m tired of the act,
I just want the cold, hard, physical fact.
Your heart is a hammer, my head is a wreck,
I can feel your pulse in the side of my neck.
So tear it all down.
Tear it all apart.
Show me the filth in your human heart.
It’s chromed out lovers in the neon rain,
Trying to find a way to outrun the pain.
It’s raw, it’s heavy, it’s a beautiful mess,
Screaming for a ghost in a summer dress.
Harder than the concrete, sharper than the glass,
Watching every goddamn second pass.
No heaven waiting, no soul to save,
Just two lovers dancing on the edge of a grave.
Chromed out. Neon rain.
Nothing but the rain.
Nothing but the skin.
Let the cold air in.
Let the night begin.
Just you.
Just me.
In the dirt.
Where we're supposed to be.