Golden Hour Rundown (wersja 2)

Verse

Last glass sweats on the counter top

Someone's coat left by the door

Your shoes are still by the speakers' drop

Fragrance lingers for an hour more

The bassline folds into the street

Shadows stretching long and thin

Cigarette smoke in a silver heat

Nobody checks their phone again

Pre-Chorus

Sky turns pink where the black used to be

Feet still warm from standing there with me

Every beat slows down like it's got nothing else to do

Feel this ending turn into gold too

Chorus

We ride out slow on a golden hour rundown

Gold in your hair, heat in every sound

Nobody wants to touch the ground tonight

This is our glow before the blue gets in and turns it white

Verse 2

Paper cups roll soft along the curb

Neon hums one final time

Someone's laughing like they found a nerve

Everybody knows this rhythm of mine

The doorman waves us past the sign

We keep the pace till the bassline bends

Nobody's checking what time it is tonight

Hands stay up where the daylight ends

Pre-Chorus

Sky turns pink where the black used to be

Feet still warm from standing there with me

Every beat slows down like it's got nothing else to do

Feel this ending turn into gold too

Chorus

We ride out slow on a golden hour rundown

Gold in your hair, heat in every sound

Nobody wants to touch the ground tonight

This is our glow before the blue gets in and turns it white

Bridge

The bass drops soft like someone's humming low

Sneakers off now, let the concrete know

Every window's catching gold on its way down

This is the only time we're running late with this town

Chorus

We ride out slow on a golden hour rundown

Gold in your hair, heat in every sound

Nobody wants to touch the ground tonight

This is our glow before the blue gets in and turns it white