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Lyrics
[Intro]
[A lonely, reverb-drenched surf guitar plays a minor chord. A sudden, piercing alto sax screech cuts the silence like a gunshot. The drums enter with a brushed snare, slow and heavy]
[Verse 1]
The streetlights are bleeding,
Neon ink on a rain-slicked page.
I burnt the files, I cut the brake lines,
Just a bird in a chrome-plated cage.
I wore the heels that sounded like a confession,
Click-clack—another soul on the floor.
[Chorus]
Oh, Detective, put down the magnifying glass.
The fingerprints are mine, but the heart?
That’s a cold case you’ll never crack.
I’ve been the shadow, I’ve been the vice,
So wash the chalk from the pavement,
And tell me... isn't forgiveness a fair price?
[Bridge - twinkling piano solo]
Evidence? Incinerated.
Alibi? A ghost in a trench coat.
I’m the mystery you can’t afford to solve.
[Verse 2]
The smoke in this room is a curtain,
Hiding the smudge on my glove.
I’m guilty of the arson, darling,
But I’m innocent of the love.
Don’t read me my rights—just read my lips:
I’m your favorite lead. Don’t let it slip.
[Chorus]
Oh, Detective, put down the magnifying glass.
The fingerprints are mine, but the heart?
That’s a cold case you’ll never crack.
I’ve been the shadow, I’ve been the vice,
So wash the chalk from the pavement,
And tell me... isn't forgiveness a fair price?
[Outro]
[The sax begins to "weep" in high-pitched, dissonant notes.
The bass walks off a cliff.]
[Whispered]
Case closed.
Forgive me... or find me.
Details
GeneratedFeb 3, 2026
Duration3:47
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark cinematic noir, smoky lounge jazz, reverb-heavy surf guitar, screeching sax stabs, moody bass, 1950s crime thriller
Credits
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