Sun hit skin—got me tuned like vinyl Eyes like dusk, slow-spin spiral Heart on loop, no final Pulse on beat—tribal Fell in love in a heatwave Felt the bass in a deep wave No words, just replay No shade, just sunrays Fingertips like static You talk in basslines—automatic Time melts—no logic Sky drips gold—cinematic Your laugh—reverb in a warm room You move—echo in full bloom Caught in your slipstream Light bends—summer dream
