[Intro – Dark UK rave warehouse ambiance: distant sub-bass, muffled kick, reverb-laden chatter, echoing shouts, cans hissing open, airhorns and whistles cutting through, strobe-lit fog] [Verse 1 – Spoken/MC style over sparse 2-step beat, intimate and weary] Pour me right down into this plastic cup Bartender, come over ’ere, hurry, I ain’t got time to stop I can feel those lonely eyes in the strobes, cutting straight through the fog [Extended Instrumental Groove – Rolling UKG groove, wobbling sub, shuffled hi-hats, dusty organ stabs] [Verse 2 – Smoke machine haze, laser-swept ceiling] From across the room, through the smoke and light She clocks my face, I tap my ciggie, swirl the melt in my drink all night Doing anything I can just to keep our eyes from fully locking tight [Instrumental Break – Reese bass and twisted synth stabs, echoing vocal chops, moody and wandering] [Chorus – Emotional, slightly desperate delivery over soaring pads] I call the bartender over for another round But I see her staring at the empty space between us now Waiting for my tired eyes to finally look around She tries to speak to me with nothing but a glance All I see is another set of lies stepping my way Come on, let me be… no more smokey eyes blazing my way [Instrumental – Stripped-back 2-step drums, dubby chords, distant rave horns] [Chorus 2 / Repeat Variation] From across the floor, through the smoke She looks at me… I tap my ciggie, swirl the melt in my drink real slow Doing anything I can just to keep our eyes from having to meet [Bridge – Building tension, beat filters down then swells back in] I’ll lock this whole rave off before I get up out this seat Her eyes keep reaching, telling me everything I need to see But I just stare down into my cup, my own reflection staring back Not at those smokey eyes burning into me [Outro – Slow and sultry comedown, ambient pads, sub-bass, distant breakbeats, crowd murmur fading] It’s too late… She got me… Those eyes… she found me She found my eyes… now it all begins Locked eyes… that long, lonely stare Embers smouldering… fires in her eyes Smokey… and chasing me down [Final Instrumental Fade – Ghostly rave pads, low sub, filtered breakbeat, warehouse sounds slowly dissolving]
