Nocturnal Fiction Verse 1 A crooked moon hangs over town The bass walks slow, the beat is down Your silhouette against the blinds A story forming in my mind Pre‑Chorus We speak in half‑sentences, drink the dark Leave a lipstick trace on a broken martini glass Chorus This is our nocturnal fiction, baby A lounge‑light dream we can't outrun Where the horns are soft, the soul is heavy And the night has just begun Verse 2 Your eyes reflect the neon glow A secret only jazz would know I trace the rhythm on your skin A lazy, slow, uncertain spin Pre‑Chorus The city hums a minor chord We're two ghosts the morning can't afford Chorus This is our nocturnal fiction, baby A lounge‑light dream we can't outrun Where the horns are soft, the soul is heavy And the night has just begun Bridge Maybe we're made of smoke and chance A half‑remembered slow dance No resolution, no regrets Just the scent of cigarettes Outro (spoken, soft) The bass walks slow… the beat stays low… Good night, noir fiction.
