We lit a candle on Dauphine Street,
Whispered names we used to be.
Your shadow swayed beside me
Like it remembered every beat.
The moon was gold like honey,
But the air felt cold as bone—
Every step we took together
Felt like we weren’t alone.
And the night kept humming, rolling—
Low like a spell in the dark.
Every ghost we ever carried
Danced between our hearts.
Voodoo winds were calling,
Pulling us back through time,
To the lovers we were,
To the lives we left behind.
A woman sang on Burgundy
With incense in her hair,
Said, “Baby, you ain’t lost—
You just don’t know that you’re still here.”
Your hand felt like a stranger’s,
Familiar in a foreign way,
Like a promise half forgotten
Coming back to me to stay.
And the night kept humming, rolling—
Low like a spell in the dark.
Every ghost we ever carried
Danced between our hearts.
Voodoo winds were calling,
Pulling us back through time,
To the lovers we were,
To the lives we left behind.
We wandered through New Orleans
Where the streets turn soft and blue.
I think I saw our younger selves
Running right in front of you.
They smiled like we were blessings,
Not the ruins we became—
As if the spirits of our past
Still knew how to say our names.
And the night kept humming, rolling—
Low like a spell in the dark.
Every ghost we ever carried
Danced between our hearts.
Voodoo winds were calling,
Pulling us back through time,
Till the spirits whispered softly,
“You were magic all the time.”