(Verse 1)
Your touch hits my skin like a slow-soul bassline hum,
Pulls me through the doorway, all my defenses undone.
Your smile bends the shadows, turns the night into heat,
One look and I’m drifting, falling right at your feet.
You tilt your head closer, brushing curls from my face,
Every inch of you moving in that effortless grace.
You say my name softly, like you already know,
I’m losing myself in your rhythm and flow.
(Pre-Chorus)
Every breath is syncing, pulling me in tight,
No space between heartbeats, matching through the night.
(Chorus)
Baby, you hold my midnight in your hands,
Pulling me deeper with the way you stand.
Let the silence shape us where the moment lands,
You’re the slow-jam heartbeat I don’t understand.
Baby, you hold my midnight in your hands,
Got me swaying closer like you planned.
In the hush of the dark, we make our own commands—
You’re the rhythm I follow, the place I’ll always land.
(Verse 2)
Your eyes write a story I’m aching to read,
Tracing every chapter with a tender need.
Your breath hits my neck like a whispered cue,
Guiding my pulse to the tempo of you.
Your hands on my waist draw a line I obey,
Pulling me in deeper with nothing to say.
You kiss me slow-motion, soft as satin air,
And suddenly the whole world disappears there.
(Pre-Chorus)
Every touch is fluent, speaking through your hands,
Bodies learning language only we understand.
(Chorus)
Baby, you hold my midnight in your hands,
Pulling me deeper with the way you stand.
Let the silence shape us where the moment lands,
You’re the slow-jam heartbeat I don’t understand.
Baby, you hold my midnight in your hands,
Got me swaying closer like you planned.
In the hush of the dark, we make our own commands—
You’re the rhythm I follow, the place I’ll always land.
(Bridge)
If the night turns colder, we’ll just move in slow,
Two bodies in tempo where the warm lights glow.
Your fingertip tracing down my spine’s design,
Hearts locked together, perfectly aligned.
(Chorus – Final; layered velvet harmonies)
Baby, you hold my midnight in your hands,
Every heartbeat bending to your command.
Pull me closer—don’t let the moment stand,
You’re my soft-groove love, my slow-burn brand.
Baby, you hold my midnight in your hands,
Keep me wrapped inside your quiet plans.
In the still of the dark, in the place love stands—
You’re where I begin… and where I land.
(Outro)
Midnight… in your hands…
Pull me in… again… again…
