Low light, slow night, brick in the low-rise Cold wine, gold spine, silk in the closed blinds I don’t rush entrances, I measure the whole room Pulse in the floorboards, breath in the showroom Steel beams, soft steam, skin under dim glow Heel click, real slick, don’t let your chin show You want a spectacle? No, this is ritual Blueprint beautiful, nothing accidental I move like a secret the building was keeping Heat in the concrete, bass line is breathing Look
