Ferris at 3AM

Intro City like a circuit board, dots of quiet fire. Verse 1 Cabins creak and the wind says hush, Coins in a pocket keep time with the rush. Shoes on the diamond-plate, cold through the sole, Laugh in my throat that I don’t let go. Streetlights bead on the river below, We rise slow-motion through the glow. Pre-Chorus Nothing to prove, no audience eyes, Just the soft, high hum and a sleeping sky. If I speak now, will it break the spell? Or make the secret ring like a bell? Chorus We’re small and we’re lit—turn me once, make it stick, Let the world go thin till the quiet clicks. Hold me on the crest where the breath runs quick, We’re small and we’re lit—turn me once, make it stick. Write our names in fog on the midnight glass, Let the wheel keep time while the minutes pass. Verse 2 Bolt heads shining like a crown half-bent, Shadow of our shoulders in the frame’s intent. City’s a snow globe nobody will shake, We’re the only motion it forgot to make. Hands find hands in the blackout hush, Gravity loosens, and we don’t rush. Pre-Chorus No good-bye talk, no borrowed vows, Just the slow north arc and the here-and-now. If we fall, it’s only into light— A gentle drop into more night. Chorus We’re small and we’re lit—turn me once, make it stick, Let the world go thin till the quiet clicks. Hold me on the crest where the breath runs quick, We’re small and we’re lit—turn me once, make it stick. Trace a circle ‘round the city’s spine, Count the bulbs till you call me mine. Bridge (Half-time, almost spoken) Don’t promise morning—just another spin, Let the skyline whisper where we’ve been. If the ground remembers, let it wait below, We’ll stay suspended while we learn the glow. Chorus (Final—soft to wide) We’re small and we’re lit—turn me once, make it stick, Let the world go thin till the quiet clicks. Hold me on the crest where the breath runs quick, We’re small and we’re lit—turn me once, make it stick. Write our names in fog on the midnight glass— Turn me once… make it last. Tag Wheel slows, latch clacks; we don’t speak— Light on our faces, city asleep.