ยฉ 2026 FOOTLOSE โ Rights reserved. Concept, lyrics, artistic direction, prompting and final editing: Footlose. AI assistance: Mistral & ChatGPT. Music, sound design and vocals generated with Suno AI. Contains AI-generated elements. Commercial use subject to applicable Suno Pro terms. ---- More of May ---- The winter roses listen to the rain The ballroom breeze moves softly through the pane The final measure lingers in the air A folded fan lies waiting on a chair May I take your coat and lead you through the lower hall? The hidden terrace waits beyond the guarded wall The ballroom breeze moves lightly through your satin train While winter roses open in the midnight rain The hostess leaves the drawing room and lowers every light A tender guest turns slowly in the silver of the night The folded fan lies trembling in your open hand And close attention wanders from the waiting band You ask for more of May before the final tune I offer you the warmer side of June The private suite grows sweeter with delay The finest pleasure waits within the final measureโs sway Come closer; close attention knows our names The lower hall keeps warm without a flame The hidden terrace opens to the air Your quiet dress becomes a whispered dare Ask once again for more of May tonight Iโll take your coat beneath the softer light The ballroom breeze can lead us anywhere Beyond the final stair, beyond the final stare The dress rehearsal ended quietly at ten The chamber music asks to start again A night of grace unfolds at our leisure The final measure promises finer pleasure Your evening gloves lie pale beside the wine The private suite keeps perfect time with mine A tender guest leans closer to the fire The ballroom breeze grows warmer with desire You ask for more of May beneath the moon I answer with the warmer side of June The hidden terrace shivers into view The lower hall grows quieter for two Come closer; close attention knows our names The lower hall keeps warm without a flame The hidden terrace opens to the air Your quiet dress becomes a whispered dare Ask once again for more of May tonight Iโll take your coat beneath the softer light The ballroom breeze can lead us anywhere Beyond the final stair, beyond the final stare The folded fan falls softly from your hand A tender guest forgets the waiting band The final measure passes through the room The winter roses loosen into bloom The dress rehearsal leaves the stage in white Close attention slips away into the night A night of grace bends slowly to the moon You ask for more of May; I answer June The hidden terrace holds the lower hall The ballroom breeze has heard the final call The private suite lies just beyond the stair Your quiet dress is lighter than the air More of May The side of June The lower hall The private room The hidden terrace The final measure Close attention Finer pleasure Come closer; close attention knows our names The lower hall keeps warm without a flame The hidden terrace opens to the air Your quiet dress becomes a whispered dare Ask once again for more of May tonight Iโll take your coat beneath the softer light The ballroom breeze can lead us anywhere Beyond the final stair, beyond the final stare Come closer as the chandeliers grow dim The winter roses tremble at the rim The finest pleasure lingers in the air Beyond the final stair, beyond the final stare May I take your coat before the morning calls? The hidden terrace fades behind the walls You ask for more of May, then turn away While June grows warmer at the edge of day
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