Lyric

In a mirrored lobby

I pass you without a name

Perfume meets the chill of glass

Everything feels slightly staged

Tracing ghosts in champagne bubbles

A fingertip across the past

This dressed-up kind of boredom

Keeps staring back at me

Surrounded by glittering lies

The honest voice drifts out of reach

You smile without a reason

And somehow that becomes the cue

A cold piano plays

On an empty stage tonight

Only echoes of applause

Refuse to leave the room

Your silk dress skims the floor

With every measured step

It feels like something’s fading

I can’t quite recognize

Don’t call my name

Let it stay undefined

Between the light and shadow

I’d rather lose the outline

Everything’s too refined

Makes me want to fracture it

In your eyes I catch

A texture that won’t translate

The night won’t end

No need to let it

We just quietly collapse

Inside this perfect balance

A silver elevator hums

Between the floors of doubt

Reflections multiply

Till I forget which one walks out

Your laughter, softly artificial

Hangs in the velvet air

A practiced kind of elegance

That never quite gets there

I watch the room dissolve

Into fragments of design

Every face a masterpiece

Every gesture pre-aligned

We speak in coded glances

In languages we fake

Trading small deceptions

For every breath we take

The chandelier is trembling

Though nothing ever moves

A subtle kind of vertigo

In these carefully chosen grooves

You lean into the silence

Like it’s a private stage

Every pause deliberate

Every second caged

Don’t ask me what is real

I’ve misplaced the frame

Somewhere in the shimmer

Everything became the same

A distant rhythm pulses

From a hidden, unseen band

Time dissolves to texture

Slipping slowly through my hands

Your shadow crosses mine

But never quite connects

A choreography of distance

We both somehow perfect

Too polished to be broken

Too hollow to be true

This architecture of feeling

Is built on borrowed views

And still we keep performing

For no one we can name

In a room of endless mirrors

All reflections look the same

The night won’t end

It only rearranges

We drift through altered versions

Of these familiar changes

So let it stay suspended

In its quiet, gilded blur

Where nothing needs to matter

And nothing ever were