The Wild Ride

Copyright © 2026 https://suno.com/@mich_bergde Mike Berg All rights reserved. Oh baby… Hold on tight… Here we go… Alright... We wake up loud, we crash and collide, throw a few sparks, then laugh it aside. Every little thing turns into a show, but damn, I love the way we go. You hear one thing, I hear another, we turn confusion into color. Yeah, we get lost — but honestly, you’re the only place I wanna be. We rise, we fall, we're dancing on the edge — but somehow we don’t lose the thread. It’s a wild ride, oh baby, don’t slow down, spinning through the chaos, never touching ground. Some call it poison — I call it our sound, the rhythm we make when we’re crashing around. Morning fights, but fire in the night, we burn it out and turn it into light. It’s a wild ride, no rules, no guide, you are my melody, my place to hide. Call it crazy, call it unreal — (oh baby!) you’re my beauty thrill, my psychological overkill, that’s just the way I feel! Little things grow way too big, while the big ones pass us by too quick. We chase the storm, ignore the signs, get lost somewhere between confines. But we don’t need words all the time, we read between each broken line. And there’s no more rain, no more pain, when your hand finds mine again. We bend, we break, we laugh it off — we never seem to get enough. It’s a wild ride, oh baby, don’t slow down, spinning through the chaos, never touching ground. Some call it poison — I call it our sound, the rhythm we make when we’re crashing around. Morning fights, but fire in the night, we burn it out and turn it into light. It’s a wild ride, no rules, no guide, you are my melody, my place to hide. Call it crazy, call it unreal — (oh baby!) you’re my beauty thrill, my psychological overkill, that’s just the way I feel! Yeah. Oh baby, we’re a perfect mess, too much love to second guess. Through every high, through every twist we learn to love what we once dismissed. No perfect lines, no safe design — just your wild heart beating with mine. It’s a wild ride, oh baby, hold on tight, we’re dancing on the edge of wrong and right. Call it madness — I call it truth, every broken piece still leads to you. It’s a wild ride, and I don’t mind — you’re the best chaos I could find. Call it fire, call it real — call it something we can’t conceal — you’re my beauty thrill, my psychological overkill. Oh baby… don’t let go… don't lose control... we’re made for this… take this kiss... A wild ride...