Track 1: Anywhere, Anytime Soon

Track 2: Take It All Back

Track 3:

Track 4:

Track 5: It Was Always You

Track 6:

Track 7: The Fire

Track 8:

Track 9: Not As Good As Cocaine

Track 10:

Track 7: The Fire

Billy: The best part of writing an album is when you start to hit your stride. If you're able to get into a rhythm, everything just starts to click. Daisy and I had a good rhythm going. Songwriting had never been that easy…and it's never been that easy since. The songs were just flowing out of us.

We would try to steal little moments here and there throughout the day to write. I'd pull her onto the bus or she'd pull me into a closet. Anywhere where we could have a few quiet minutes away from everyone to work out a few lyrics or melodies.

Daisy: We still weren't ready to let anyone know we were writing a second album. Not yet. So these sessions felt special. They felt like they were just for us—our secret.

Karen: Warren, Eddie, and I totally thought they were fucking.

Billy: When Rod brought up pyrotechnics to us, we balked, but the idea kind of wormed its way into our heads…that it would be fun to write a song that would be perfect for some pyrotechnics. Something big and flashy—larger than life. We were dreaming of playing huge stadium shows and festivals, so we thought a song for that would be perfect for the second album.

Daisy: "The Fire" was going to be like a sister song to "The River."

Billy: I don't know if I had ever seen Daisy light up so much while writing a song.

Daisy: Oh I had big plans for that song. I wanted Simone to collaborate with us on the track. I really liked what she was doing at the clubs, so I figured if we came up with the lyrics and melody she and Bernie could help us make the track into something really special.

Billy: She was explaining all of this to me on the tour bus one night. She was pacing in that tiny room with the couches making these big hand gestures that were making her bangles clang against each other like she was her own damn tambourine.

Daisy: Billy was laying down on the couch just watching me with this amused look on his face.

Billy: It was just so good to see her so happy and excited about something. When Daisy was happy, she had a way of making you feel like the whole world was a better place. It was infectious.

Daisy: I was still pacing and he grabbed my hand to stop me and just said "Hey," with this goofy smile on his face. So I said "What?" And he said ,"We're really doing this, aren't we? We're really making a second album."

He kept giving me that goofy smile, and I just knew I was giving him one back, and I said, "Yeah, of course we're doing this."

Billy: Touring is hard because you're away from your family for so long and you'll go days without really slowing down. Touring is hard enough, songwriting is hard enough. Trying to do both is a little crazy.

Daisy and I were hardly getting any sleep because we were working so hard on the album. I just wanted to take a moment to enjoy how far we'd come.

Daisy: Billy looked up at me and smiled with a tired but happy smile and yanked my hand as he said, "Come here." He pulled me down to the couch and then coaxed me to lay down with him, my head on his chest.

Billy: She was tired, we were both tired, and I knew she wasn't going to slow down any time soon on her own. So I told her she should lay down.

Daisy: I just remember laying there, hearing his heart beating right against my ear and feeling this hum in my body like even though I was lying still my soul was vibrating inside of me.

Billy: I said, "I know it's still early days, but I can just tell this album is going to be special. Teddy was right all along, there's just something incredible that happens when we're together."

Daisy: I had no idea what Billy was doing but I liked it. He was combing his fingers through my hair and just musing, almost too quiet for me to hear. Maybe we were both delirious from lack of sleep, but I swear he was going on about fate and stars and paths and destiny.

Billy: Do you ever have one of those moments where you're just so grateful to be exactly where you are that you want to trace back all the decisions you made and events that happened to bring you to the present moment? I don't know, I was just thinking about what a wild journey we'd all been on to get to where we were.

Daisy: I yawned and teased him about using so many metaphors in one line of thought. He laughed, and I felt it rumble up through his chest before I heard it. I remember just being awestruck by him at that moment. It was probably the easiest that things had ever been between us.

I rested my chin on his chest so I could really take in his laugh and enjoy it. He told me I was right but sometimes it was too hard to just speak plainly.

Billy: I asked her what she thought she'd be doing right now if she had never become Daisy Jones.

Daisy: I didn't know how to tell him that without Daisy there would be no Margaret. Becoming Daisy saved me from myself. So I told him there wasn't a version of me that existed without Daisy Jones.

I asked him what Billy Dunne would be doing right then if he wasn't the Billy Dunne.

Billy: I told her that I'd probably be listening to her music wishing I knew her. Wishing that it was me up on stage with her. I don't know, I just wanted her to know that I was happy our paths had crossed.

A little while after that, she fell asleep. I could hear her breathing even out, and I just laid there for a very long time thinking about Daisy. Thinking about how as perfect as things felt in that moment, I didn't know where we went from there. I wanted what we were doing to be enough for her. The music, the writing, the touring–I wanted it to be enough for her to stay.

When Rod initially brought up pyrotechnics, Daisy's first response was to tell him not to overthink things because she was the fire. And she was right. She burned brighter than anyone I ever knew. When she wasn't dimming herself with drugs she was so goddamn bright that I felt like I couldn't even look directly at her.

You know that saying about boiling frogs? How you have to bring the heat up slowly so the frog doesn't notice it's being cooked and jump out? Well, if Daisy was the fire then I was the frog.