Verse 1
City lights dripping off black glass towers,
heels striking sparks on the edge of midnight.
Velvet smoke hanging low above the speakers,
every bassline pulling bodies out of real life.
Champagne halos blur into laser color,
perfume colliding with the heat of the room.
Hands, shadows, laughter stitched into the darkness,
somewhere between danger and expensive perfume.
Pre-Chorus
Pulse running faster than common sense,
time slipping loose from its careful design.
Every glance feels a little like trouble,
wrapped in glitter and dressed as divine.
Chorus
Silver electricity under skin tonight,
heartbeat syncing with the skyline glow.
Bodies moving like they’re writing confessions
no daylight mind was meant to know.
High voltage glitter on a slow collision,
midnight turning sweat into gold.
Everything holy gets lost in the rhythm
when the room decides to lose control.
Verse 2
Mirrors catching fragments of perfect disasters,
red lips curved like a dangerous dare.
Ice in the glass, fire in the bloodstream,
luxury chaos hanging thick in the air.
Every step feels cut from temptation,
every laugh lands sharp like a blade.
No one here came looking for innocence,
just a better version of the mess we made.
Pre-Chorus
Pulse running louder than second thoughts,
neon spilling over skin like sin.
Every secret starts sounding cinematic
once the kick drum settles in.
Chorus
Silver electricity under skin tonight,
heartbeat syncing with the skyline glow.
Bodies moving like they’re writing confessions
no daylight mind was meant to know.
High voltage glitter on a slow collision,
midnight turning sweat into gold.
Everything holy gets lost in the rhythm
when the room decides to lose control.
Bridge
Strobe light religion, satin confusion,
sinners dressed in designer grace.
Bassline preaching with a wicked smile,
while dawn keeps waiting outside the place.
No apologies, no soft conclusions,
just one more hour of beautiful noise.
Some nights are built like loaded dice—
all shine, all risk, all choice.
Final Chorus
Silver electricity under skin tonight,
heartbeat syncing with the skyline glow.
Bodies moving like they’re writing confessions
no daylight mind was meant to know.
High voltage glitter on a slow collision,
midnight turning sweat into gold.
Everything holy gets lost in the rhythm
when the room decides to lose control.
Outro
Neon fading slow across wet pavement.
Last echoes melting into morning air.
Some alibis were never meant to hold
_NyraNoir_
