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
