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Midnight Traces 2 by Tony's

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Midnight Traces 2

r&b,female vocals

0:003:31
Lyrics
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[Verse 1]
Underneath the city lights your breath is near,
Neon on your collarbone, night tucks us in here.
Your palm maps the small of my back, the avenue hums low,
Taxi horns and whispered jokes, where only we can go.
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold the space between our words, don’t let it fray,
Fingers find the secret lines, turning gray to gold.
Every quiet exhale saying what we won’t explain,
Close the shutters on the street, keep the world on hold.
[Chorus]
Midnight whispers trace the curve of your name,
City air tastes like the promise we can’t tame.
With each heartbeat, I fall into the frame,
Caught in your orbit — nothing ever feels the same.
[Verse 2]
You hum a half-forgotten song, and the moon leans in,
Leather jacket, chipped blue nail, that crooked grin.
The pavement holds the echo of our footsteps slow,
Your laugh folds into velvet, soft and low.
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold the space between our words, don’t let it fray,
Fingers find the secret lines, turning gray to gold.
We trade the map of yesterday for one with no name,
And in the hush that follows, I learn to stay.
[Chorus]
Midnight whispers trace the curve of your name,
City air tastes like the promise we can’t tame.
With each heartbeat, I fall into the frame,
Caught in your orbit — nothing ever feels the same.
[Bridge]
If the morning steals you, would I blame the day?
If sunlight pulls your shadows out of this bay?
I’d learn to keep our constellations pressed to skin,
Promise not to pull the tide, even if it means sink or swim.
[Chorus — Variation]
Midnight whispers carve the edges of your name,
Streetlight freckles on your face, I learn to love the pain.
Every silver breath draws me closer than before,
If I give you everything, still I’ll be wanting more.
[Outro]
Midnight traces, don’t unwrite the lines we drew,
Stay in the small rooms of my chest where I keep you.
(leave the chorus as a lullaby — ad-libs: ooh, ah, mhmm)
Midnight traces — I keep coming back to you.