Remix me (The Midnight Turn)

[Continuous Verse – Low, Intimate Baritone Delivery] Lost in the dance, lost in the heat, Mind in a trance, heart skips a beat. I pull you close, and feel you sigh, The shadows fall, the hours fly. Spun in the rhythm of a quiet flame, The music whispers your sweet name. We drift away where the edges blur... A phantom touch, a sudden stir. The piano counts the passing time, A lonely chord, a broken rhyme. I try to hold what cannot stay, As the dry strings wash the night away. A low hum echoes in the dark, Leaving a faint, familiar mark. We are just ghosts in a spotlight’s glare, Reaching for hands that are no longer there. [Outro – Fading and Contemplative] The guitar fades to a single thread, And all the words we left unsaid Are buried deep beneath the floor, As the stomps and claps are heard no more. Lost in the heat... Lost in the trance... One final step, To end the dance.