[Intro] (mm, yeah) Two a.m. and the room got warm... [Verse] You leaned in close just to read the time, now the whole left side of me's electrified. Didn't even touch, just the heat off your arm, and my pulse pulled the fire alarm. Same couch, same song, same low light, but the inches between us got loud tonight. [Pre-Chorus] I'm not gonna move. (not gonna move) I'm not gonna reach. (not gonna reach) But the want's got a sound and it's right at my teeth — [Hook] It's the skin hour, baby — closer, closer, don't. The kind of want you taste in the quiet, but you won't. Every inch is a mile and a mile is a fire, skin hour, skin hour — sweet, slow wire. Closer, closer... don't. [Verse 2] Your laugh hit the back of my neck like a spark, now I'm tracing the shape of you held in the dark. You reach for the cup and your hand grazed mine — held my breath through the whole damn line. Could close the gap in a half a beat, but the not-yet's got me weak, got me weak. [Pre-Chorus] I'm not gonna move. (not gonna move) I'm not gonna reach. (not gonna reach) But the want's got a sound and it's right at my teeth — [Hook] It's the skin hour, baby — closer, closer, don't. The kind of want you taste in the quiet, but you won't. Every inch is a mile and a mile is a fire, skin hour, skin hour — sweet, slow wire. Closer, closer... don't. [Rap] Slow it down, let the bassline do the talking, two bodies in a room and the tension's just walking. No touch, no rush, let it simmer, let it sit, the best part's the wanting and you know it, admit it. Heat in the hush, in the half-light glow, closer than close and we taking it slow — hold it. [Bridge] (breathy, falsetto) One move and the whole thing breaks. So I don't. So I don't. Hold the line, hold the ache — sweetest thing I won't. [Hook – final, stacked] It's the skin hour, baby — closer, closer, don't. The kind of want you taste in the quiet, but you won't. Every inch is a mile and a mile is a fire, skin hour, skin hour — sweet, slow wire. [Outro] (mm) Closer, closer... ...don't. Not yet.
