Thus Spoke the Shadow
de Feyz Noir
Your touch is a match to my paper skin
Each spark a confession, where do I begin
Heat like a secret, it pulls me in
But fire never whispers, it always sins
Smoke curls, it dances
A dangerous waltz in fleeting chances
We're burning slow, too slow to stop
Each taste, each tremble, we climb, we drop
Ashes fall where passion grows
Love's a flame that only knows
How to burn slow
Your breath writes novels against my ear
Every word a promise, every pause unclear
The air's electric, a storm untamed
Who knew desire could feel like blame?
We're burning slow, too slow to stop
Each taste, each tremble, we climb, we drop
Ashes fall where passion grows
Love's a flame that only knows
How to burn slow
Brass screams like it knows our crime
Piano weeps in broken time
Guitar bends where the truth won't lie
And basslines hum where our morals die
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