Satin in the Subs 2（バージョン2）

Verse

Four a.m., floor still shaking

Shadows on the ceiling keep on breaking

Fingers find the collarbone, soft and low

Nobody's counting down the hours we go

I wear your voice like satin in my ears

Your name is folded up small somewhere here

I don't need a sunrise to know this night will last

Every time you touch me, I turn to glass

Pre-Chorus

Who gon' tell me when the clock turns green?

What's wrong with the way we're supposed to be in between?

You say the sun comes up, but it's still dark and wide

And right here underneath this strobe light, you make me want to stay alive

Chorus

Keep your arms around me, don't let go yet

Every fiber of my body is talking 'bout a set we can't forget

Satin in the subs, bassline in our veins

We're not done with the night till morning comes and claims the frame

Verse 2

Cigarette smoke rising off your tongue

Your hand on my neck keeps me from moving too fast, too young

City's humming low outside these walls of sound

In this quiet space, you're louder than a thousand engines turned around

I don't need an alarm to tell me when it ends

You make the hours turn into something that never bends

I'm not ready yet for what the morning brings

Right here under neon, all I want is your arms and these four walls ringing

Pre-Chorus

Who gon' tell me when the clock turns green?

What's wrong with the way we're supposed to be in between?

You say the sun comes up, but it's still dark and wide

And right here underneath this strobe light, you make me want to stay alive

Chorus

Keep your arms around me, don't let go yet

Every fiber of my body is talking 'bout a set we can't forget

Satin in the subs, bassline in our veins

We're not done with the night till morning comes and claims the frame

Bridge

Maybe I'm a slow burn

Maybe I need this heat to warm me up before it ends

I don't know yet what tomorrow will be

But right now in your arms is where I want to stay free

Chorus

Keep your arms around me, don't let go yet

Every fiber of my body is talking 'bout a set we can't forget

Satin in the subs, bassline in our veins

We're not done with the night till morning comes and claims the frame