Summer Electro Bass Drop - Studio-Quality AI Music Generator by Tangra AI

[Verse] The asphalt is sweating through the soles of my boots While the radio bleeds a low and lonesome truth We gathered the kindling from the backyard fence To burn away the ghosts of common sense The ice in the bucket is shrinking to a pearl At the edge of a frantic and spinning world Copper wires hum a tune for the heat As the dust begins to settle on the empty street [Chorus] Oh the golden age is a heavy crown When the sun refuses to go on down We are drinking the fire and chasing the light In the belly of a long and restless night Let the prophets talk and the gamblers play We are washing the sins of the year away The summer is a fever that we have to ride With the windows open and the doors flung wide [Verse] There is a girl in a dress of faded blue Counting out the things that she used to do The boys are leaning on the rusted chrome Wondering why they never felt at home The dogs are barking at a passing ghost As we raise a glass for a final toast The peaches are bruised on the kitchen shelf And every man is a stranger to himself [Chorus] Oh the golden age is a heavy crown When the sun refuses to go on down We are drinking the fire and chasing the light In the belly of a long and restless night Let the prophets talk and the gamblers play We are washing the sins of the year away The summer is a fever that we have to ride With the windows open and the doors flung wide [Chorus] Oh the golden age is a heavy crown When the sun refuses to go on down We are drinking the fire and chasing the light In the belly of a long and restless night Let the prophets talk and the gamblers play We are washing the sins of the year away The summer is a fever that we have to ride With the windows open and the doors flung wide