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Neon Rooftops 2 by Susan

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Neon Rooftops 2 by Susan - Pop Rock / Electronic music cover art

Neon Rooftops 2

Pop Rock / Electronic

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Let the grail beneath our hands, a rooftop at two a.m. A neon sign hums like it's reading out the map of when.
Your jacket breathes steam into the cold, a cigarette of the light.
Last train sighs below, the city keeps its secrets tight.
We count the broken bulbs like constellations bound.
Pulse of a distant bass, the night keeps folding sound.
You point at a flicker, a word that won't decide.
And the melody leans in where our quiet used to hide.
Neon halo on your shoulder, makes the dark a little thin.
We trace constellations with the fingerprints we keep within.
Under the halo we are louder, softer than before.
We map the town in fractured light, and we keep coming back for more.
A friend who scratches honest lines against a stag's warm tie.
Scratchy vinyl in the alley, a laugh like subway tie.
You hum the chorus to a street lamp, it answers by the door.
We press our palms to cooling glass and count the skyline score.
The rhythm finds a scene where breath and heartbeat meet.
Guitar picks a sentence and fills in the empty beat.
We hold a fragile chorus like a photograph in rain.
Folded edges catching light that calls us by our names.
Neon halo on your shoulder, keeps the midnight from the skin.
We write our names on wet concrete with the letters of our sin.
Under the halo we forgive the small and tremulous and sore.
We learn the map by candlelight, and we keep coming back for more.
There was a night you left the stairwell, the hallway swallowed your step.
I trace the echo of your footsteps like a promise is our gift.
If the halo ever flickers, if the sign begins to fail,
I will solder every broken bulb and read our future on the rail.
This is the moment's tremor, the admission and the plea.
I am made of need, but fragments stay luminous with me.
Neon halo on our shoulders, now a tale we mine.
Two torsos in a skyline and a perfect, perfect line.