Sunset

Pavement glows like something borrowed You slip past like smoke through glass Warm gin, paper cup, no hurry Waiting for the spark to pass Velvet sleeves in dusty rooms Silence heavy as a threat Heat that trembles before storms Not sure what we're risking yet Sunset, on the edge of blooming White petals sharp as truth Close to something dangerous Terrified of morning proof You lean in like don't look now Space shrinks between sleeve and skin Thunder rolling underneath Can't tell if we should begin Is it weather or your mouth Making promises we'll break Shivering in all this heat One wrong move, that's all it takes Sunset, waiting for the spark Heavy silence, velvet dark On the edge, can't turn back One wrong move, everything cracks Neon ghosts and friction burns Secrets begging to be told Garden growing in the dark Switchblade flowers, white as bone Sunset blooming in the dive bar Switchblade flowers, white as bone Close to beautiful, close to breaking What the morning might dethrone