Verse 1
Midnight avenues shimmer like fractured glass,
heels striking tempo on rain-polished asphalt.
Neon sermons bleed through cathedral windows of steel,
while distant basslines crawl beneath the skin of the city.
Silk shadows drift across chrome reflections,
every glance trading secrets without confession.
Electric silence hangs between two pulses,
a storm rehearsing quietly beneath tailored calm.
Pre-Chorus
Gravity tilts whenever sparks collide,
languages of rhythm bending through the spine.
Temptation hums in frequencies of danger,
a quiet riot breathing under polished composure.
Chorus
Thunder dressed in velvet crosses the bloodstream,
steel guitars whisper beneath tropical drums.
Footsteps sketch a scandal across the pavement,
where heat and distortion dance without apology.
Flame-colored melodies coil through the night air,
half carnival, half collision of worlds.
Fire learns patience in the arms of rhythm,
until chaos begins to sway instead of burn.
Verse 2
Bronze moon hanging above restless rooftops,
city lungs inhaling smoke and sugar.
Palm trees sway in memory of distant oceans,
even concrete remembers forgotten tides.
Velvet danger walks beside quiet defiance,
perfume mixing with sparks of rebellion.
A heartbeat forged between satin and thunder
starts writing poetry inside the bloodstream.
Bridge
Somewhere between fury and velvet percussion
balance trembles like a wire above darkness.
Metal roars, yet hips answer with laughter,
until conflict transforms into ceremony.
Final Chorus
Thunder learns rhythm beneath summer constellations,
iron riffs bending around island drums.
Steps carve signatures across wet streets,
every movement negotiating fire and grace.
Carnival echoes hide inside distortion,
wild elegance rising from quiet tension.
Two distant worlds collapse into orbit,
until rhythm redraws the laws of gravity.
Outro
Night exhales sparks across silent boulevards.
Steel and sunlight finally share the same pulse.
What began as friction leaves behind a new gravity.
_NyraNoir_
