[Verse 1]
Midnight spills like molten glass, dripping slow on cracked pavement,
Your shadow leans into mine, weaving stories without a sound.
We chase the pulse beneath cobalt skies, fingers tracing sparks, flickering out then blazing again,
Breath hitching in alley air, where strangers forget names and time bends.
[Pre-Chorus]
The bass swells in my veins—unraveling, pulling me closer,
Your laughter, a sharp cut in the hum, breaks the night wide open.
Every glance a secret fire, every step a whispered rhyme,
This dance is a language only we speak when the world fades.
[Chorus]
Spin me under the streetlamp, heartbeats 'til the dawn's in sight,
Hold the moment tight, tight, tight—till the city yawns and bends the light.
We’re caught in the rush, a flame caught in a gust,
Dancing 'til the skyline bleeds into new daylight.
[Verse 2]
Our footprints trail like ink spilled on fresh white pages,
Twirling lost memories in a loop, tangled in laughter, scars, and sparks.
Do you feel it too—the rush, the crackling thread connecting us,
Raw and unfiltered as a wild note breaking free in the dark?
[Pre-Chorus]
Every beat writes a line, every move scripts our escape,
We're painting moments invisible, under flickering street shape.
Your eyes, like an ocean waiting for a ship to dive
In this restless crowd, you're the pulse that keeps me alive.
[Chorus]
Spin me under the streetlamp, heartbeats 'til the dawn's in sight,
Hold the moment tight, tight, tight—till the city yawns and bends the light.
We’re caught in the rush, a flame caught in a gust,
Dancing 'til the skyline bleeds into new daylight.
[Bridge]
When the silence falls heavy, like a curtain dropped too soon,
I find your hands, pulling me back from a faded tune.
This dance, this late night vow, this frantic spark we found—
It’s the echo in my chest, the only sound.
[Chorus]
Spin me under the streetlamp, heartbeats 'til the dawn's in sight,
Hold the moment tight, tight, tight—till the city yawns and bends the light.
We’re caught in the rush, a flame caught in a gust,
Dancing 'til the skyline bleeds into new daylight.
[Outro]
And as the sun peeks shy through the cracks of closing eyes,
We’re still caught in the rhythm, still spinning—ever alive.
