

I move through the chrome of a midnight room
Cold air and a low tide under the bloom
Every clean line bends when you pull me near
In the glass and the steel,
everything is clear
Hold me in the hush where the hard shapes sway Let the
floor keep turning till the edges fade
Closer now, the room goes slow
Only us in the undertow
Say my name
in a silver tone
Make this motion feel like home
Stay in the motion,
stay in the fire Cool on my skin,
taking me higher
Stay in the motion,
don't let it break You are the rhythm I want to make
Stay in the motion,
close to me now
Lost in the current,
I don't ask how
Steel on the table,
your hand in mine
Soft white shimmer on a faultless line
No wasted words and no sudden blaze Just one long pull through
the drifting haze
I hear your calm in the narrow frame
Every low tone calling out my name