Verse 1

She wakes when the sun is high

Salt on her skin and a spark in her eye

The working week can wait outside

She grabs her shoes and runs with the tide

Pre-Chorus

No map, no clock, no reason to stay

She turns the morning into a holiday

Chorus

Hey, let the bright day roll

Raise your hands and lose control

One more laugh, one more chance

Come on, baby, take the dance

Hey, when the golden hour calls

We leave our worries by the walls

She wants a new heart, a brand-new start

And a little wild fire in the dark