Verse
Sweat drips slow down the collarbone
Concrete still warm where the sidewalk stone
Sun sets orange on a dusty roof
Somebody's laugh cuts through the hum of proof
I was running from the sound I made that night
Now the crowd is thin and there's no fight
Pre-Chorus
Am I ready to let go?
Can I turn this noise into gold?
Every echo asks me twice
Chorus
Dust in the haze, we're standing still
Gold in our palms where the sirens used to fill
Dust in the haze, your eyes lock on mine
Nothing left but the shape of our line
Hands up high like we own this light
Nobody's moving after midnight
Verse
Bare feet pressing into cracked asphalt cold
The bass won't stop and I don't want to hold
Every face blurs but one stays clear
Your collarbone shines like it's drawing near
Pre-Chorus
Am I ready to let go?
Can I turn this noise into gold?
Every echo asks me twice
Chorus
Dust in the haze, we're standing still
Gold in our palms where the sirens used to fill
Dust in the haze, your eyes lock on mine
Nothing left but the shape of our line
Hands up high like we own this light
Nobody's moving after midnight
Bridge
Maybe the noise was never the fight
Maybe I just needed you tonight
Chorus
Dust in the haze, we're standing still
Gold in our palms where the sirens used to fill
Dust in the haze, your eyes lock on mine
Nothing left but the shape of our line
Hands up high like we own this light
Nobody's moving after midnight