[Verse 1]
Midnight hums beneath the city lights,
Leather seat, a map folded out of our fights.
You trace constellations on my palm with a smile,
Radio cracked open, singing about the miles.
The rain tastes like coin on the windshield glass,
Your laugh cuts the static, asks me not to pass.
Small brave gestures in the glow of the dash,
We keep what’s left of us from fading to ash.
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold the wheel, keep me steady, don't let go,
Words like weather — sometimes soft, sometimes snow.
In the hush between the signals and the sparks,
We find a language written in small marks.
[Chorus]
We keep embers on the dashboard — warm and small,
A stubborn kind of light that outlasts it all.
When the map frays and the highways fall apart,
That ember’s a compass beating in my heart.
We keep embers on the dashboard, holding fast,
A little glow that refuses to be past.
[Verse 2]
There’s a coffee stain that remembers your name,
A chipped-up Polaroid—two ghosts in a frame.
You hum the chorus to a song we used to steal,
Fingers like punctuation on a line that’s real.
The city breathes iron, neon, and old sins,
But your whisper folds like paper where it begins.
Concrete could crumble, tire tracks fade to gray,
Still you plant lanterns in the middle of our way.
[Pre-Chorus - Revised]
Hold the light, don’t let reason be the thief,
We learned to trade our doubts for small belief.
When the radio falters and the streets go dark,
We’ve got a private sunrise hiding in the spark.
[Chorus - Lifted]
We keep embers on the dashboard — warm and small,
A stubborn kind of light that outlasts it all.
When the map frays and the highways fall apart,
That ember’s a compass beating in my heart.
We keep embers on the dashboard, here to stay,
Even if the night wants to steal the day.
[Bridge]
If cold winds come calling, I’ll cup the spark in my hands,
If the city confuses our route, we’ll redraw the plans.
Burn the map at the edges, chase the quiet and the loud,
Turn the doubt into fuel — let the small flame be proud.
[Final Chorus - Resolution]
We keep embers on the dashboard — warm and brave,
A lighthouse made of matchsticks over a stormy wave.
When the engine coughs and the compass spins apart,
That ember is stubborn, a stubborn, steady heart.
We keep embers on the dashboard, watch them glow,
A little light, a steady oath, wherever we go.
[Outro]
Midnight tucks the city under its sleeve,
We drive by the promises we choose to believe.
Your hand on my hand, and the ember’s soft accord —
We are a small fire, mapped on the dashboard.
