L’Ombre qui Danse By Loreli

[Intro] (Whispered over distant accordion) Mon chéri… viens plus près… In the shadow… I play. Tu ne peux pas t’échapper. [Verse 1] Velvet curtains drawn to hide the truth, Red lips painted in the fountain of youth. You chase my silhouette through clouds of smoke, But I’m the secret that your heartbeat spoke. Every step I take is silk and sin, A loaded gun before the games begin. You say my name like a sacred prayer, I’m the minor key hanging in the air. Je porte le noir comme une robe de soirée, (Zhuh port luh nwahr kum oon rob duh swah-ray) More than your hands could ever hope to stay. One glance and your pulse begins to cost, Mon amour, you’re already lost. [Pre-Chorus] Cold champagne on fevered skin, Neon flickers, “viens, viens,” let me in. You think you’re hunting, tracking the prey, But darling… I’m the one who led the way. [Chorus] I’m the shadow that dances, L’ombre qui danse dans ta tête. (Lom-bruh kee donse don tah tet) Taking all of the chances, Pulling you under, a velvet threat. Je danse, je danse, je ne tombe pas, (Zhuh donse, zhuh donse, zhuh nuh tomb pah) Curls of blue smoke where the light used to be. You reach for the ghost, but you catch only me, The echo of a laugh in the dark. [Verse 2] Midnight in Montmartre, the city glows, Your secrets taste like absinthe on a rose. You wrote me poems in a tongue so broken, I rewrote them in blood, a lethal token. I wear your desire like a vintage scent, The ghost of the money that you never spent. You call it love, I call it the game, Either way, mon cœur, I’ve branded your name. [Pre-Chorus 2] No chains, no promises, no morning light, Just the thrill of the fall in the dead of night. Say my name again… slower, maim, Let it burn like Paris when it went up in flame. [Bridge] (Minimal beat, jazzy piano) If the lights go out… will you still follow? If the world is grey… and the Spire is hollow? I was never yours for a cage or a fuse, I was only yours… to lose. [Final Chorus] I’m the shadow that dances, L’ombre qui danse… forever in your mind. Lost in the trances, The rhythm of the heart was never kind. Je danse, je danse, je ne tombe pas, Silver heels on glass, a starlit path. Leaving lipstick stains on your aftermath, Mon chéri… adieu. [Outro] (Fading 808 pulse) Dans l’ombre… Je danse… Tu ne peux pas… M’oublier.