[Verse 1] *(breathy, bouncy — FW-03)* Five o'clock and the skyline's turning peach The whole town's blushing, it's a sugar rush Neon pink on the rooftops, gold on the street Something in the air says move your feet [Chorus] *(bright, chantable — FW-01)* Peach hour, peach hour — everything's ripe Sweet right now, but it's softening tonight So dance, dance, dance while the light is right Peach hour, peach hour — everything's ripe [Verse 2] Sunset's at seven-forty, that's our deadline Ninety minutes till the peach turns to wine Called my girls, said "get down here, don't be late" Rooftop's our dance floor, we don't hesitate [Chorus] Peach hour, peach hour — everything's ripe Sweet right now, but it's softening tonight So dance, dance, dance while the light is right Peach hour, peach hour — everything's ripe [Bridge] *(stripped, then builds)* Not golden hour, baby — it's peach hour It's whenever you say, wherever you are Sweet's only sweet 'cause it doesn't stay So dance, dance, dance before it turns to wine [Final Chorus] *(I → we — full bright)* Peach hour, peach hour — everything's ripe Sweet right now, but it's softening tonight So we dance, dance, dance while the light is right Peach hour, peach hour — everything's ripe
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