The room is warm, but the air feels thin, Late-night whispers under my skin. Everything’s close, but nothing’s clear, The walls hold secrets we keep near. Your shoes by the bed, laces undone, A sign that this night is far from done. The clock ticks slow, the ceiling leans, We’re caught somewhere between the scenes. The floor creaks low, the windows hum, A quiet world where no one comes. We don’t speak much, but there’s a tone, In every look, we’ve made a home. Fingers trace the quiet divide, No need to speak, no need to hide. Voltage and velvet, touch and stray, We move like shadows caught in the sway. Hold onto the weight, don’t let it fall, We’ve built something out of nothing at all. Oh, let it be, let it stay, The night holds us in its fray. Your jacket’s tossed on the corner chair, A piece of you just waiting there. We leave things where they don’t belong, A silent rhythm that feels so strong. The tension pulls, but it never breaks, A quiet storm, the way it aches. We don’t ask why, we don’t define, It’s just enough to toe the line. Let the silence stretch and bend, No need for starts, no need for ends. Voltage and velvet, touch and stray, We move like shadows caught in the sway. Hold onto the weight, don’t let it fall, We’ve built something out of nothing at all. Loose threads in the fabric we wear, No pattern needed, we don’t care. It’s all so small, it’s all so wide, Every moment, a world inside. Feel the space, let the tension rise, There’s more in this than meets the eyes. Voltage and velvet, touch and stray, We move like shadows caught in the sway. Hold onto the weight, don’t let it fall, We’ve built something out of nothing at all. Oh, let it be, let it stay, The night holds us in its fray.
