Couples Steamed

[Intro]
In a room of copper breath and dusty light,
they stand like clocks that sing when the night grows bright.

[Verse]
Gears hum softly as the air remembers,
lace and leather whispering of distant embers.
The man with the vest and the red-stained tie,
goggles crown his brow, a stubborn sigh.
Her dress of burgundy, steel-gray lace,
corset tracing stories time cannot erase.
Blonde threads shimmering under amber glow,
they reach through silence only hands can know.
Steam and soot weave shadows on their faces,
a quiet vow in a chamber of stubborn pistons’ traces.
Eyes meet like cogs finding their align,
in this sepia world where futures intertwine.

[Chorus]
Hold my hand, let the engine dream begin,
we’ll ride the clockwork current, ride it from within.
Through brass and breath, our hearts will synchronize,
in this steamlit moment where forever lies.

[Verse]
The room keeps breathing with belts and sparks,
knuckles turning pages in ceremonial dark.
They circle the distance no one else can cross,
two silhouettes framed by a brass-edged gloss.
Her veil glints softly, a private bright shard,
his beard catches fireflies of a distant guard.
They speak in pauses, a language of gears,
meaning hidden between the squeal and the gears.
A lamp drips gold on a velvet sleeve,
promise threaded tight in a vow they weave.
The machinery listens, patient and austere,
as proximity grows intimate, near and clear.

[Chorus]
Hold my hand, let the engine dream begin,
we’ll ride the clockwork current, ride it from within.
Through brass and breath, our hearts will synchronize,
in this steamlit moment where forever lies.

[Bridge]
If the world outside forgets the way to breathe,
we’ve found a rhythm only iron can conceive.
Let the pistons drum a pulse that never tires,
we are the ignition, we are the quiet fires.

[Chorus]
Hold my hand, let the engine dream begin,
we’ll ride the clockwork current, ride it from within.
Through brass and breath, our hearts will synchronize,
in this steamlit moment where forever lies.

[Outro]
And as the gears slow down, a softer light remains,
two figures bound by time, and all the velvet trains.

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