Lyric

Curtains hide the city light

Whispers moving through the night

A quiet storm beneath the skin

Not too wild, yet burning deep within

Fingers trace a rhythm, slow but fierce

Every moment softer, yet it pierces

The silence hums, desire’s gentle hymn

A paradox of calm and violent sin

It’s not loud, but it screams inside

Waves that pull, an unseen tide

Not fierce, yet fierce — not violent, yet violent

A contradiction, beautifully defiant

Perfume lingers in the air

Echoes rise, but nothing’s there

Curtained secrets, fleeting room

Pleasure blooming into doom

Not too heavy, but it crashes down

A silent crown in a reckless town

Gentle madness, soft extremes

Half illusion, half real dream

It’s not loud, but it screams inside

Waves that pull, an unseen tide

Not fierce, yet fierce — not violent, yet violent

A contradiction, beautifully defiant