Rain on the windshield, low red flash,
Your name in the dark like velvet on the dash.

Black glass boulevard, soft smoke grin,
You slid in slow like a beautiful sin.
Gold on your wrist, but [Verse 1]
Black glass boulevard, soft smoke grin,
You slid in slow like a beautiful sin.
Gold on your wrist, but your eyes ran cold,
Talked like a secret only midnight told.
Blue flame, slow lane, hand on my knee,
Whole car humming like it knew your history.
Sweet with the venom, silk with the sting,
You don’t ask for the fire — you make it lean.

Don’t say stop, don’t say safe,
You look better when the danger’s in the frame.
Lean in close... let the red lights pass,
You and me burning with—

Velvet on the dash, velvet on the dash,
You ride so close to ruin make the whole night flash.
Velvet on the dash, velvet on the dash,
One kiss from your mouth put a live wire in my past.

Chrome heart cadence, little black dress,
Whole lotta heaven in a high-risk mess.
Teeth white, tongue sharp, perfume like rain,
Left your fingerprints all over my name.
Side street sermon with the windows cracked,
You laugh real low like you planned that trap.
I should’ve slowed down, should’ve cut that curve,
But your body said “go” and I lost my nerve.

Don’t say stop, don’t say safe,
You look better when the danger’s in the frame.
Lean in close... let the red lights pass,
You and me burning with—

Velvet on the dash, velvet on the dash,
You ride so close to ruin make the whole night flash.
Velvet on the dash, velvet on the dash,
One kiss from your mouth put a live wire in my past.

Now the road got quiet, but the heat stayed loud,
Your shadow on the leather and your spell in the sound.
No saint in the mirror, no prayer in the glass,
Just your lipstick ghost and the smell of gas.

If loving you wrong is a fast way down,
Why’s it feel like flying when the wheels leave town?

Velvet on the dash, velvet on the dash,
You ride so close to ruin make the whole night flash.
Velvet on the dash, velvet on the dash,
One kiss from your mouth put a live wire in my past.
Velvet on the dash, velvet on the dash,
Still feel your smoke every time I hit the gas.
Velvet on the dash, velvet on the dash,
You left your heat in the car and your mark on my back.

Rain on the windshield, low red flash...
Still got your name like velvet on the dash.