Fingertips tracing stories on my skin,
Every touch pulls me deeper in.
Your voice is velvet, laced with fire,
A slow-burn curse, a lost desire.
Tell me, do you taste my name in your sleep?
Does the night still hum with what we couldn’t keep?
Or am I just a dream that lingers in your veins?
Crimson haze, a love too wild,
A fevered kiss we can’t rewind.
We are echoes, we are sins,
Falling where the night begins.
Candlelight flickers on your cigarette,
Smoke and secrets, no regrets.
You pull me closer, pull me in,
Like gravity wrapped in porcelain.
Tell me, do you taste my name in your sleep?
Does the night still hum with what we couldn’t keep?
Or am I just a whisper lost between your lips?
Crimson haze, a love too wild,
A fevered kiss we can’t rewind.
We are echoes, we are sins,
Falling where the night begins.
Maybe love was never meant to be tamed,
Just a spark that burned and left its name.
If we're just a shadow of what we used to be,
Then let’s be the night’s last memory.
Fingertips tracing stories on my skin,
And I’d let you write them all again.