Sunday Bags, Midnight Soul

[Intro] Streetlights breathing slow Plastic bags on the backseat glow Red paint shining under rain Another night, no rush, no chain [Verse 1] French bread on the passenger side Wine and olives, living light Not much money, but I’m fine I choose this moment, I choose this time [Pre-Chorus] Engine humming like a prayer City air runs through my hair Every mile I leave behind All the noise I don’t need tonight [Chorus] Sunday bags, midnight soul Small rich moments keep me whole I don’t need a crown or throne Just this drive, just going home Sunday bags, midnight soul Neon echoes in control Quiet nights are made of gold When I’m alone but not alone [Verse 2] Keys drop softly by the door Orange lights on wooden floors Headphones on, the world goes mute Jazz and synths dissolve the blues [Pre-Chorus] Plants are dancing in the dark Heartbeat slowing, leaving marks Old scars fade in candle glow I survived more than you know [Chorus] Sunday bags, midnight soul Small rich moments keep me whole I don’t need a crown or throne Just this drive, just going home Sunday bags, midnight soul City breathes in undertone Quiet nights are made of gold When I’m alone but not alone [Sax Break] (Instrumental – emotional 80s sax, smooth and sexy) [Outro] Lights go low, my body rests Tomorrow waits, but not obsessed Sunday bags, midnight soul Eyes close slow… I’m home