Room With the Lights Turned Low

Your shadow slipped beneath the velvet door, A whisper dressed in black I’ve seen before. You wear danger like a rose pinned to your sleeve, A promise that flares, then flees. We drink from a cup the daylight fears, Trading quiet sins nobody hears. Oh, this love is a room with the lights turned low, A match struck twice just to watch it glow. You’re the secret I keep in the curl of night, A forbidden flame in the absence of light. Your perfume lingers like an alibi, A slow confession drifting in a smoky sigh. We circle each other where the silence sways, Two silhouettes tangled in the club’s dark haze. If the world saw the truth in our stolen grace, It would swallow our names without a trace. Oh, this love is a room with the lights turned low, A match struck twice just to watch it glow. You’re the secret I keep in the curl of night, A forbidden flame in the absence of light. Meet me in the corner where the shadows live, Where hearts make promises they can’t forgive. If dawn ever finds us, let it find us wrong... Two broken saints in a midnight song. Oh, this love is a room with the lights turned low, A match struck twice just to watch it glow. You’re the secret I keep in the curl of night, A forbidden flame in the absence of light. A forbidden flame in the absence of light…