Midnight in Johannesburg (वर्ज़न 2)

Verse

Laundromat light buzzing soft and low

Bree Street empty but for the neon glow

Dryer spinning our clothes round and round

Coins in your palm make a small silver sound

Fog on the window, you write my name

Streetlight blinking amber like it knows the game

Twenty-two minutes till the dial hits twelve

We stand close so the cold has nowhere to go

Pre-Chorus

Do we let the numbers run out slow

Or hold this hour so it never has to go

Clock on the wall ticking soft like a drum

Say the word and the night just stays where it's from

Chorus

Midnight in Johannesburg

Your hand still warm from the dryer's breath

Midnight in Johannesburg

We let the last minute stretch

Gold light holding on your skin

Midnight in Johannesburg, let it begin

Verse

Machine stops spinning, the room goes still

Warm cotton smell on the windowsill

You fold my shirt like you're folding time

Fingers pressed soft into every line

Robot changes red then back to green

Nobody's watching, the street's a screen

Nine minutes left and your palm finds mine

We count the seconds like borrowed wine

Pre-Chorus

Do we let the numbers run out slow

Or hold this hour so it never has to go

Clock on the wall keeps time with your chest

Say the word and we'll call this hour blessed

Chorus

Midnight in Johannesburg

Your hand still warm from the dryer's breath

Midnight in Johannesburg

We let the last minute stretch

Gold light holding on your skin

Midnight in Johannesburg, let it begin

Bridge

Somewhere past twelve the whole city sighs

Streetlights dimming like tired eyes

But your thumb