Beneath the Hill

The lamppost flickers, shadows stretch long,/Your hand in mine, where it belongs./The pavement cool beneath our feet,/The world’s asleep, but our hearts beat.

Your eyes reflect the stars above,/A quiet dance, a quiet love./The wind hums low, a whispered tune,/And I’m alive beneath this moon.

No band, no stage, no chandelier,/Just the sound of us swaying here.

We’re dancing in the streetlight glow,/Moving slow where no one knows./Hearts collide, the world stands still,/Out on the street, beneath the hill.

Your laugh breaks through the midnight air,/A melody beyond compare./The clock ticks on, but let it wait,/For this moment feels like fate.

Barefoot steps on a city stone,/With you, I’ve never felt alone./The night wraps us in its embrace,/Each twirl, a timeless, sacred space.

No band, no stage, no chandelier,/Just the sound of us swaying here.

We’re dancing in the streetlight glow,/Moving slow where no one knows./Hearts collide, the world stands still,/Out on the street, beneath the hill./We’re dancing in the streetlight glow,/Moving slow where no one knows./Hearts collide, the world stands still,/Out on the street, beneath the hill.