Satin

[INTRO — breath-close, velvet-dark] There are nights the dress reaches further than I remember black satin across the marble like the room is still kneeling begging for mercy [a faint inhale] good manners for the dead [VERSE 1 — slow, intimate, dangerous undercurrent] Candles bending toward the floor wax running gold like an opened throat I used to wait beside the doorway for footsteps now I listen just to hear the silence fed One glass sweating beside the chaise lipstick fading slow as prayer The wine went black an hour ago I drank it... anyway [REFRAIN — narcotic, inviting] Stay awhile Stay until the candles lower Stay awhile Nobody leaves beautifully anymore Stay awhile You look softer in the half-light Stay awhile I promise not to bite unless you ask twice [nrief instrumental] [VERSE 2 — languid, luxurious] Someone left perfume inside the curtains still breathing faintly when the room grows warm I know that scent violet amber skin after dancing God— I nearly missed being alive for a moment there [small laugh, tired] haha... How embarrassing [PRE-CHORUS — confessional, teeth beginning to show] Touch became ceremony Something practiced with careful hands No rush No pulse Just hunger taught to sit elegant [CHORUS — lush, heavier low-end] Black satin season dragging through the hall Every room remembers more than I recall Black satin season heavy at the hem I keep gathering darkness just to wear it again Fangs beneath the language Needle-white and thin I only bare them when somebody asks to come in [INSTRUMENTAL — upright bass swell, piano decay, low choir] [VERSE 3 — dangerous intimacy] You keep staring at my mouth like something in you already understands The candles make everyone beautiful That is their oldest cruelty Come closer No—closer still I want to hear how your breathing changes before you lie and fear to die... mmh... [BRIDGE — velvet menace, seductive but exhausted] There are ways to drain a body without spilling anything A look held too long A name repeated softly A mouth at the throat pretending to pray I was not born monstrous I became patient... eventually... [BREAK — silence, then low heartbeat percussion] … [FINAL CHORUS — cinematic, predatory elegance] Black satin season pooling at my feet Every passing decade settles in the pleats Black satin season cold against the skin Like being gently buried again and again Fangs beneath the candlelight Pearl against the red You call it seduction I call it being fed [OUTRO — whisper-close] There are nights the dress keeps moving after I stop like it knows every hand that ever trembled... [a soft inhale] Stay awhile I am starving beautifully and you... well... you... must stay, mmh.