Verse 1 (Vocals: soft, close-mic, breathy; Production: warm Rhodes chords, subtle vinyl crackle, deep sub-bass pulsating lightly) Touch on my wrist, and the world slows down You pull me in close like you own this town Your silhouette moves in a gentle sway Every breath you take pulls the dark my way Pre-Chorus (Vocals: layered harmonies, slight reverb bloom; Production: pads widening, filtered percussion rising) I feel your pulse syncing up with mine Lost in the moment we redefine A spark so bright in the borderline We cross tonight, every time Chorus (Vocals: strong but smooth lead, backing whispers; Production: airy synth chords, punchy but soft drums, bass sliding between notes) I’m fading into your afterglow addiction Caught in the pull of your quiet conviction You turn my doubts into friction Then burn them down like fiction Yeah, you’re my afterglow addiction Verse 2 (Vocals: slightly more intensity, intimate ad-libs; Production: add gentle guitar licks, widen stereo field) You talk in tones that unravel me Every word you speak feels like alchemy The room grows warm with your gravity Can’t hide the way you’re unraveling me Pre-Chorus 2 (Vocals: harmonies brighter, stacked higher; Production: snare softens, pad swell returns) I feel your pulse syncing up with mine Lost in the moment we redefine A spark so bright in the borderline We cross tonight, every time Chorus 2 (Vocals: bigger stacks, slight octave above; Production: kick thickens, synths shimmer more) I’m fading into your afterglow addiction Caught in the pull of your quiet conviction You turn my doubts into friction Then burn them down like fiction Yeah, you’re my afterglow addiction Bridge (Vocals: whispered lines, soft falsetto replies; Production: drums drop out, reverb-drenched pads, reverse vocals swirling) Hold me slow… Stay close, don’t go You already know I fall deeper below Final Chorus (Vocals: full harmonies, ad-libs weaving; Production: drums return, bass thick, pads wide and dreamy) I’m fading into your afterglow addiction Caught in the pull of your quiet conviction You turn my doubts into friction Then burn them down like fiction Yeah, you’re my afterglow addiction
