Lyrics
Low light, wet road, gold burn on the dash, Sweet like a bad idea comin’ out the black. You got a slow-drag shine and a gasoline grin, Velvet in the venom, let the dark roll in. Hips on the hazard, eyes on the flame, Whole room leaned when you whispered my name. Side-door saint with a back-alley sway, Sugar on the cut where the good sense frays. I knew that heat had a price on it — still, I let it ride shotgun past the edge of my will. Don’t make it sound safe. Don’t make it sound clean. Some things get prettier right before they bleed. You go down smooth, then you turn mean, Slow fire kiss with a mouth full of gasoline. I should walk away, but I lean where the heat gets ugly — That’s black smoke honey. That’s black smoke honey. Chrome-laced danger in a midnight drawl, You move like a warning I would answer on call. Red on the rearview, pulse in the floor, Every little maybe got me wantin’ it more. Silk over static, knife under grace, Storm in your perfume, trouble in your taste. I’ve seen that kind of ruin dressed up fine before, Still let it in, still unlocked the door. Don’t make it sound safe. Don’t make it sound clean. Some things get prettier right before they bleed. You go down smooth, then you turn mean, Slow fire kiss with a mouth full of gasoline. I should walk away, but I lean where the heat gets ugly — That’s black smoke honey. That’s black smoke honey. No sermon now. No saving face. Just bass in the dark and your hand on my chain. You laugh real low — I feel that drop. Like the whole night slid sideways and forgot how to stop. You go down smooth, then you turn mean, Slow fire kiss with a mouth full of gasoline. I should walk away, but I lean where the heat gets ugly — That’s black smoke honey. Sweet at the start, then it stains everything, Leaves a little gold on the wreck and the sting. I know what it costs, and I still let it touch me — That’s black smoke honey. That’s black smoke honey. Low light, wet road, gold burn on the dash... Some kinds of trouble leave a taste that lasts.
Lyrics
Low light, wet road, gold burn on the dash, Sweet like a bad idea comin’ out the black. You got a slow-drag shine and a gasoline grin, Velvet in the venom, let the dark roll in. Hips on the hazard, eyes on the flame, Whole room leaned when you whispered my name. Side-door saint with a back-alley sway, Sugar on the cut where the good sense frays. I knew that heat had a price on it — still, I let it ride shotgun past the edge of my will. Don’t make it sound safe. Don’t make it sound clean. Some things get prettier right before they bleed. You go down smooth, then you turn mean, Slow fire kiss with a mouth full of gasoline. I should walk away, but I lean where the heat gets ugly — That’s black smoke honey. That’s black smoke honey. Chrome-laced danger in a midnight drawl, You move like a warning I would answer on call. Red on the rearview, pulse in the floor, Every little maybe got me wantin’ it more. Silk over static, knife under grace, Storm in your perfume, trouble in your taste. I’ve seen that kind of ruin dressed up fine before, Still let it in, still unlocked the door. Don’t make it sound safe. Don’t make it sound clean. Some things get prettier right before they bleed. You go down smooth, then you turn mean, Slow fire kiss with a mouth full of gasoline. I should walk away, but I lean where the heat gets ugly — That’s black smoke honey. That’s black smoke honey. No sermon now. No saving face. Just bass in the dark and your hand on my chain. You laugh real low — I feel that drop. Like the whole night slid sideways and forgot how to stop. You go down smooth, then you turn mean, Slow fire kiss with a mouth full of gasoline. I should walk away, but I lean where the heat gets ugly — That’s black smoke honey. Sweet at the start, then it stains everything, Leaves a little gold on the wreck and the sting. I know what it costs, and I still let it touch me — That’s black smoke honey. That’s black smoke honey. Low light, wet road, gold burn on the dash... Some kinds of trouble leave a taste that lasts.