(Verse 1)

Sunset drippin’ like honey on the avenue,

July heat got the speakers playin’ deja vu.

You and me, top down, singin’ like we knew—

Every line, every groove, yeah, that record flew.

(Pre-Chorus)

But love moves fast when the seasons spin,

Burnin’ like the pavement on my sun-kissed skin.

Left a piece of us in the front seat light,

Didn’t think the heat could steal what felt so right.

(Chorus)

My Goldie LP transformed,

Melted in the summer storm.

Left it on the dash, now the tracks won’t play,

Like the love we had—warped and swayed.

Ohhh, my Goldie LP transformed,

Like the way our love got torn.

(Verse 2)

Your touch was a needle on a perfect track,

Spinnin’ round slow, never lookin’ back.

But the sun came heavy with a jealous glow,

Turned the melodies into waves of woe.

(Pre-Chorus)

And love moves fast when the seasons spin,

What was crystal clear now won’t begin.

Left a piece of us in the front seat light,

Didn’t think the heat could steal what felt so right.

(Chorus)

My Goldie LP transformed,

Melted in the summer storm.

Left it on the dash, now the tracks won’t play,

Like the love we had—warped and swayed.

Ohhh, my Goldie LP transformed,

Like the way our love got torn.

(Bridge)

Now the grooves don’t fit, the song won’t flow,

Just a memory stuck in a twisted glow.

Can’t drop the needle, can’t hear the sound,

Guess some love just can’t be found.

(Outro)

Maybe someday, when the air turns cool,

I’ll find a way to fix what heat made cruel.

But for now, it’s just echoes and static haze,

Like a dream left out in the summer blaze.

(Chorus)

My Goldie LP transformed,

Melted in the summer storm.

Left it on the dash, now the tracks won’t play,

Like the love we had—warped and swayed.

Ohhh, my Goldie LP transformed,

Like the way our love got torn.

(Bridge)

Now the grooves don’t fit, the song won’t flow,

Just a memory stuck in a twisted glow.

Can’t drop the needle, can’t hear the sound,

Guess some love just can’t be found.

(Outro)

Maybe someday, when the air turns cool,

I’ll find a way to fix what heat made cruel.

But for now, it’s just echoes and static haze,

Like a dream left out in the summer blaze.