

(whoa-oh) A silhouette in the dim-lit room
A soft curve rising in the gloom
Swaying slow to the heavy beat
Satin slipping in the midnight heat
I feel the pull,
the temperature rise
No hiding it behind your eyes
(yeah,
yeah)
Perfect architecture,
natural design
Tracing every contour,
crossing the line
Soft as a promise,
heavy as lead Spinning all the thoughts inside my head (oh-oh-oh)
Warm touch under a velvet shirt
Sweet relief from the daily dirt
Beautiful slope, a sacred space
Holding time in a slow embrace
Perfect architecture,
natural design
Tracing every contour,
crossing the line
Soft as a promise,
heavy as lead
Spinning all the thoughts inside my head
Soft as a promise...
Heavy as lead... (whoa-oh)