Three steps to set the night ablaze, trumpets flare against the low synth hum. You lean in with eyes like stormglass, pulling the waltz into double time. Brassfire waltz- turn with me through smoke and light. Every beat a spark that climbs, every move a blaze we own. The drop snaps like breaking glass, we rise with it, hands alight. Swing in the heat, spin in the fire. One turn- two turns- don’t stop, don’t fall. Brassfire waltz- turn with me through smoke and light. Every beat a spark that climbs, every move a blaze we own.
