She s the fire on my riff

The pick strikes backhand, the string is on the verge of breaking,
My amplifier catches this frantic pulse.
She walks through the doors too proudly,
And I play this rhythm by heart.
Her steps knock the meters and bars off track,
The burning frets smoke from friction.
We sign crazy contracts,
Where there are no pauses, nor empty water.


She throws a glance like a spark to the jack,
The meter is off the charts, the track is accelerating!

Припев
She is the fire on my riff!
Burning fingers right to the bone!
We are drowning in this wild myth,
And we can no longer escape each other!
She is the discharge on the overdrive,
My loudest, heart-striking hit!


The wall of sound presses right on the ears,
But she doesn't care about every extra decibel.
She takes chords deep into the souls
And knocks out my adjusted aim.
She dances so hard that the dim lamps go blind,
And the kick drum hits backhand right in the chest.
Rules and stupid clich;s are broken,
There is no taking the guitar back now.


She throws a glance like a spark to the jack,
The meter is off the charts, the track is accelerating!

Припев
She is the fire on my riff!
Burning fingers right to the bone!
We are drowning in this wild myth,
And we can no longer escape each other!
She is the discharge on the overdrive,
My loudest, heart-striking hit!


Pulsations knock on the nerves,
A thunderstorm roars in the speakers.
I was the last, I will become the first,
As long as her eyes are burning.



Припев
She is the fire on my riff!
Burning fingers right to the bone!
We are drowning in this wild myth,
And we can no longer escape each other!
She is the discharge on the overdrive,
My loudest, heart-striking hit!

Fire on the riff...
Fire on the riff...