After Hours Bond

(ooh-ooh) The crowd is fading,

drifting away

We stay behind

in the

violet shade

Your hand is warm,

a silent sign

Underneath

the dim low light

Late night,

after midnight Lost in the rhythm,

we align

So deep, no need to speak Holding this moment we design

(yeah, we align)

The bass is breathing

against our chest

In this dark corner,

we find our rest

No rush to leave,

no words to find

Two shadows moving,

perfectly timed

Only you, only me

After midnight, we are free (ahhhh,

free)

Late night,

after midnight

(after midnight) Lost in the rhythm...