Partyrunners

[Intro] In a smoky room where the bass beats loud, We caught a spark in the middle of the crowd. Hearts pounding like the drums, no need for words, Just two punks on the edge, where the wild is heard. [Verse 1] In the back room of a basement, where the neon lights are cruel, We locked eyes through the chaos, where the punk hearts rule. You were a wild storm, with a grin so damn free, I was a rebel with a cause, not quite who they see. [Pre-Chorus] We ditched the crowd, no need for words, just a knowing glance, Sneaking through the shadows, ready to take a chance. [Chorus] Under the bridge, with the river running wild, Sprayed our names in black and red, and we laughed like little children. Hearts racing like the spray paint, as we held each other tight, In this punk love story, we're burning bright. [Verse 2] The colors on the concrete, they screamed out our escape, A mural of rebellion, no room for any fake. We shared a cigarette, the smoke danced with the stars, Lost in the moment, ignoring the battle scars. [Pre-Chorus] We’re rebels in the night, just two souls entwined, Breaking all the rules, leaving the world behind. [Chorus] Under the bridge, with the river running wild, Sprayed our names in black and red, and we laughed like little children. Hearts racing like the spray paint, as we held each other tight, In this punk love story, we're burning bright. [Bridge] We’re the echoes in the night, a kiss against the tide, No regrets, no looking back, just the fire in our eyes. So let’s burn down the darkness, let’s make this moment ours, Underneath the bridge, we’ll be the midnight stars. [Chorus] Under the bridge, with the river running wild, Sprayed our names in black and red, and we laughed like little children. Hearts racing like the spray paint, as we held each other tight, In this punk love story, we're burning bright. [Outro] The world may never know our names, but here we’re alive, Underneath the bridge, where our love will always thrive. In the chaos of the night, where the rebels take their stand, We found our punk love story, with spray paint on our hands. [End]