Glass Table

I move and the whole floor leans, like a match to a line of gasoline. Your mouth says “don’t” but your hips say “go,” and I can read what you don’t let show. Glass on the table, heat in the wire, you came for the smoke, I came with the fire. One look too long and your coolness cracks, now the drum hits hard and you don’t look back. Don’t stand still when the pressure calls, I can feel your heartbeat through these walls. No slow mercy, no safe excuses, when the kick comes back, the whole place loses it. Shake the room, shake the room, til the lights fall out and the speakers bloom. Pull me close, then let me loose, I want your chaos cut through my truth. Shake the room, shake the room, body to body like a fuse to a fuse. If we go down, we go in tune, so shake, shake, shake the room. Shake — shake the room. Shake — shake the room. You bite your lip when the floor turns mean, when the low end rolls like a war machine. Your hands keep time on the edge of my waist, like you wanna be good but you love bad taste. No cheap promise, no polished lie, just sweat in the air and a look in your eye. You want that rush that bends your name, that little loss of control you blame. Say my name with your breath cut short, with your pulse off-beat and your voice gone hoarse. This ain’t clean and it ain’t discreet, this is hips, teeth, floor, heat. Shake the room, shake the room, til the floorboards ache and the glasses move. Hold me hard, then cut me loose, I want that danger dancing through you. Shake the room, shake the room, heart to heart like a fuse to a fuse. If we go down, we go in tune, so shake, shake, shake the room. When you turn, the whole night bends. When you touch, the edge begins. No one here gets out unchanged, we came as sparks — we leave as flame. Break me open — I can take it. Drop the silence — elevate it. Hands up high when the beat goes brutal, kiss me once, make the whole thing fatal. Shake the room, shake the room, til the dark gives in and the bodies bloom. Pull me close, then set me loose, I want your thunder running through my boots. Shake the room, shake the room, skin on skin with a fuse to a fuse. If we go down, we go in tune, so shake, shake, shake the room. Shake the room.