Vapor in the Bassbin 2 (wersja 2)

Verse

Flickering strobes on the concrete floor

Copper tang where the neckband used to be

Steam off my tongue from the heat and smoke before

I step back into the dark and it pulls me right through it

Low end shaking my chest like a cold-pressed bruise

Neon's bleeding out, but I'm still stuck on you

Pre-Chorus

Hold on to your breath, hold on to the sound

Chorus

Vapor in the bassbin

Burning slow, burning down

Vapor in the bassbin

Lost in what we can't find now

Verse 2

Damp air hanging like a heavy coat

Fingers tracing out where yours used to be

Every beat feels like it's counting down my heart rate

I close my eyes and let the rumble carry me through it

Nothing else matters, only this low-end truth

Sweat on my collarbone like a second skin that's breaking loose

Pre-Chorus

Hold on to your breath, hold on to the sound

Chorus

Vapor in the bassbin

Burning slow, burning down

Vapor in the bassbin

Lost in what we can't find now

Bridge

No names here. No faces.

Just this heat and nothing else.

This is where the floor turns warm.

Where the sound becomes a pulse.

Inhale. Let it go.

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