[Intro - hydraulic B, fabric drawn across metal] Cold rail. Warm room. Test the floor. [Verse 1] Sound tech bends to the left-side stack, thumb on the fader, ear to the seam. Silver buckle on a black worktable, one loose stitch by the mirror's green. Knife through lime at the service counter. Fresh ice turns in a measured glass. Nothing here arrived as magic. Somebody built the night to last. [Pre-Chorus] Metal holds the line. Fabric changes how it lands. Pressure is a language. Choice decides the hands. [Chorus] Chrome against velvet. Hard line, soft turn. Give the room a little friction. Let the right thing burn. Chrome against velvet. Heat without a claim. Nothing soft is powerless. Nothing hard stays the same. [Post-Chorus - room response] Touch the rail. Not the dancer. Read the room. Take the answer. [Verse 2] One heel taps where the tape mark crosses. Two fingers answer from behind the booth. She checks the light, then changes the angle. The lens can follow; she decides the view. Bass comes up through the bolts in the flooring. Velvet keeps the high end close. Every edge has been considered. Every opening has a host. [Pre-Chorus] Metal holds the line. Fabric changes how it lands. Pleasure has a tempo. Choice conducts the band. [Chorus] Chrome against velvet. Hard line, soft turn. Give the room a little friction. Let the right thing burn. Chrome against velvet. Heat without a claim. Nothing soft is powerless. Nothing hard stays the same. [Instrumental Floor Passage - non-lexical lead and room] Ah-mm, ah-mm. Hold, turn, release. Ah-mm, ah-mm. Leave a little space between. [Break - bass and heel taps] Cold does not mean cruel. Soft does not mean weak. The strongest move in this room is knowing when to speak. [Final Chorus] Chrome against velvet. Hard line, chosen turn. Now the room can carry friction without taking what it earned. Chrome against velvet. Heat can keep its name. Nothing soft is powerless. Nothing living stays a frame. [Outro - two fingertip taps] Tap. Tap. Signal waiting.
