[Intro — Whispered] Close the curtains… Let the city disappear. [Verse 1] Your glass is waiting by the window, with a lipstick-colored moon. The record turns without an answer, playing slightly out of tune. There’s a shadow in the doorway wearing something like your face. But the night has learned to imitate the things it can’t replace. [Pre-Chorus] I tell myself you’re only smoke, a little memory in the air. But every time the room goes quiet, I can feel you everywhere. [Chorus] We were velvet after dark, soft enough to hide the scars. We were burning without fire, making heaven in the bar. Now the morning knows the truth that the midnight couldn’t prove: somebody can leave your arms and never really leave the room. We were velvet… velvet after dark. [Verse 2] There are secrets in the piano, there are lies inside the wine. Every note becomes a question, every silence sounds like mine. I still leave the hallway glowing, though I know you won’t arrive. Some goodbyes become a habit, some mistakes remain alive. [Pre-Chorus] I tell myself the heart forgets when the final candle dies. But darkness has a way of making honest things from pretty lies. [Chorus] We were velvet after dark, soft enough to hide the scars. We were burning without fire, making heaven in the bar. Now the morning knows the truth that the midnight couldn’t prove: somebody can leave your arms and never really leave the room. We were velvet… velvet after dark. [Instrumental Break — Muted Trumpet and Piano] [Bridge — Intimate, Close-Mic] Maybe love was never meant to live beneath the morning light. Maybe we were only beautiful because we belonged to night. You were danger dressed as comfort. I was loneliness in pearls. Two reflections in a window, watching strangers rule the world. [Build-Up] So let the record keep on turning. Let the last blue candle burn. I don’t need you to come back now… I just need the room to learn. [Final Chorus — Emotional but Restrained] We were velvet after dark, soft enough to hide the scars. We were dancing with disaster, counting wishes like the stars. Now the morning knows the truth that the midnight always knew: I was never scared of losing love… I was scared of losing you. We were velvet… velvet after dark. [Outro — Whispered] The glass is empty. The record stops. But velvet keeps the shape of every touch.
