Soft Launch Laughs
Standing in
the coat-check line
It isn't moving, frozen in time
You almost laugh too loud,
then go quiet
Under the low-hung summer sky
I see your face in the cracked phone screen The quietest spark
in the dark machine
We are caught in a wet-city romance
Dancing slow in a late-summer night
Caught in a wet-city romance
Spinning under the dim streetlights
We slip outside to the damp concrete
No coats to carry,
just warm retreat
A soft-launch secret we keep tonight
(we keep tonight)
We are caught in a wet-city romance
Dancing slow in a late-summer night
Caught in a wet-city romance
Spinning under the dim streetlights
Wet-city romance (in the late-summer night)