Locked Door

Verse 1
Low light drowning in a violet haze
Bassline crawling through my veins
Your eyes cut through the crowded room
Like you already knew my name

Glass in my hand, fire on my tongue
Tequila kisses gasoline lungs
You lean close but you don’t touch yet
God, you love what this becomes

Pre-Chorus
No words, just a look that says everything
Your hand brushes mine like a spark in the dark
The music fades but the tension sings
Two shadows slipping past the bar

Chorus
Hearts racing like fireworks under skin
Neon halos, we’re drowning in sin
Locked door, echo of the bass outside
Your breath on mine and nowhere to hide

Hands on the wall, world spinning slow
Heat in the silence nobody knows
One reckless moment we both defend
A beautiful sin we won’t repent

Verse 2
Mirror cracked with fluorescent light
Lipstick blurred but it feels so right
You laugh low like a midnight crime
Saying maybe just one more time

Your voice like velvet soaked in smoke
Every promise a dangerous joke
We both know where this story bends
Right where the good girl myth ends

Pre-Chorus
Pulse like thunder under your skin
Your fingers trace trouble down my spine
Every second pulling us in
Like gravity crossed with wine

Chorus
Hearts racing like fireworks under skin
Neon halos, we’re drowning in sin
Locked door, echo of the bass outside
Your breath on mine and nowhere to hide

Hands on the wall, world spinning slow
Heat in the silence nobody knows
One reckless moment we both defend
A beautiful sin we won’t repent

Bridge
Somewhere the DJ drops the beat again
But we’re lost in the quiet between our breaths
Your voice whispers “no turning back now”
Like temptation signing our death

Lip to ear, confession in flame
No last names, no guilt, no shame
Just two strangers rewriting the night
In a room barely bigger than a lie

Final Chorus
Fireworks burning under skin
Neon halos baptised in sin
Crowd outside but the world stands still
Two wild hearts on a reckless thrill

Hands on the wall, your shadow on mine
A midnight crime we won’t decline
When morning comes we’ll just pretend
We never wrote that beautiful sin

Dark pop nightclub beat, heavy bass, smoky synths, seductive, a hint of electric in the vocal style of Azee and Ramsey