Taste like Trouble

Fate in the low light,
moonlight in your eyes,
nothing to save mine,
nothing new to try.

You taste like trouble,
soft serve and sweet,
like someone that I know,
and just about to meet.

His hands don’t ask me
where I’ve been this time,
his lips don’t question
where I cross the line.

He only notices
when I give in slow,
he only sees me
when I let it go.

Stay for the moment,
then leave us behind,
fate in the low light,
moonlight in your eyes.
Nothing to save mine,
nothing new to try.

You taste like trouble,
soft serve and sweet,
like someone that I knew
but I would never keep.

His hands don’t ask me
where I’ve been this time,
his lips don’t question,
he ignores the signs.
I fall for lust,
soften the light,
he trusts in me,
I don’t ask why.

A secret
he don’t keep,
a half-lit fling
he forgets in his sleep.

Say my name,
say it slow,
we can let the time slip.

Let’s stay for the moment,
pretend it’s enough,
fate in the low light,
we’re both out of luck.
Nothing to save mine,
nothing new to try,
just your shadow in mine
till the end of the night.

You taste like trouble, soft ruin, sweet,
like someone I almost know but couldn’t keep.

female, remix, vocal, techno, choir, orchestra, dance, pop