by Alex Wilson
Album
Burning Bridges
Genre
Country
Description
This is a gritty country song that evokes a feeling of intense desire and physical attraction. With its raw energy and traditional instrumentation, it explores themes of primal instinct and impulsive connection.
Lyrics
(Verse 1) Sunrise paints the world in grey, another damn day begins Same old grind, same old pain, the weight of all my sins But last night, the moon hung low, a different kind of fire It scorched the damn shadows out, fueled every dark desire (Chorus) Flesh on flesh, whiskey sighs, tangled in the sheets Fire in these bones still glowin', a pulse in my bare feet Steam from the shower, hazy air, a hunger wild and free Her wicked touch, holding tight, that's what she burned in me. (Verse 2) She’s a wildfire in the hollow, a hurricane on the breeze She melted the ice that bound my soul, brought me to my knees From separate rooms, to tangled limbs, a craving took its hold Her whispers were a flash flood, more precious than pure gold. (Chorus) Flesh on flesh, whiskey sighs, tangled in the sheets Fire in these bones still glowin', a pulse in my bare feet Steam from the shower, hazy air, a hunger wild and free Her wicked touch, holding tight, that's what she burned in me. (Bridge) Never thought I'd find a moment like this, a spark to scorch the grey A taste of pure lightning, hot and strong, that's gonna light my way The work may call, the road may wait, but I'll remember this tonight A memory to hold me close, beneath that blinding light. (Chorus) Flesh on flesh, whiskey sighs, tangled in the sheets Fire in these bones still glowin', a pulse in my bare feet Steam from the shower, hazy air, a hunger wild and free Her wicked touch, holding tight, that's what she burned in me.
Notes
Here's a two-sentence description and a one-sentence "sounds like" for the song: This is a raw, high-energy country tune about a night fueled by pure, unbridled lust and primal connection. It's a vivid snapshot of intense physical desire, leaving nothing but a lingering heat and the ghost of a wicked touch. Sounds like Johnny Cash's rebellious spirit got tangled up with Chris Stapleton's soulful grit, then spent a wild night with Tyler Childers' storytelling prowess.