[Verse 1]
Under a streetlamp that hums like a tired throat,
I fold the night into my pockets, button my coat.
There’s a rusted key in the corner of my palm,
A coin, a cigarette, the taste of something calm.
A mirror cracked in three, my face splits into maps,
I trace the hairline roads where every secret laps.
Quiet footsteps curl like ash on the stair—
I keep the small things hidden, as if proof that I’m still there.
[Pre-Chorus]
Silence wears a dress of velvet and of stone,
It knows the names I whispered, the ones I never owned.
[Chorus]
Black glass heart — we keep it under skin (under skin),
Black glass heart — it gleams when the lights go dim.
Welcome to the shadow within, where the soft becomes a steel,
When the night takes control, we learn how not to feel.
(Black glass heart — we hum it like a hymn.)
[Verse 2]
There’s lipstick on a collar from a life I left behind,
And postcards from a sunrise I don’t know how to find.
Echoes live like tenants in the rooms I can’t afford,
A moth against the lamp, a silence that robs the chord.
I keep a photograph with corners yellowed thin,
The face I promised something, the one that let me in.
I wear the frayed decisions like a winter coat,
Buttons missing, sleeves frayed — but still I float.
[Pre-Chorus]
The dark is good at bargaining: it whispers, takes, then stays,
It teaches tender cruelty in soft, collapsing ways.
[Chorus — Variation 1]
Black glass heart — we keep it under skin (under skin),
Black glass heart — it cuts when the day grows thin.
Welcome to the shadow within, where the truth and fever meet,
When the night keeps control, we learn to move with beat.
(Black glass heart — a chorus, low and grim.)
[Bridge]
I turned the rusted key once, let the hallway breathe,
I watched the mirror swallow every promise I would leave.
Confession — I stole my own forgiveness with a lie,
Left a burned-out match to light the bridges I let die.
Now someone asks for mercy and my hands are full of stone,
The dark taught me to answer with the quiet I call home.
This is the trade: a little peace for every shard I keep,
A bargain inked in midnight, written where the lonely creep.
[Chorus — Final]
Black glass heart — we keep it under skin (under skin),
Black glass heart — it shatters, and we build within.
Welcome to the shadow within, where the night won’t let you go,
When the night won’t let go, we breathe the things we know.
(Black glass heart — we hum it soft and low.)
[Outro]
So hold the rusted key, fold the photograph away,
Leave a little light against the curtain of the day.
Every scar is currency, every silence is a hymn—
We live inside the shadow, we learn to love the dim.
Black glass heart — we keep it under skin.
