Verse 1

Low lights, no sound, we’re out of time

Slow hands mapping constellations on my spine

Close enough to hear the rooms breathe back

Every faded doubt turns paper‑thin, turns black

Pre‑Chorus

Hold me where the noise can’t reach

Let the rest of me fall out of speech

If there’s a heaven made of skin and grace

I find it here—your perfect place

Chorus

One night, keep me in your orbit

One night, don’t let me fall

One night, hush the clocks and hold it

Write over every wall

One night, turn the dark to silver

One night, tell the past to wait

One night, all I need is whispered:

Stay—my perfect place

Verse 2

Phone facedown, the city hums behind the glass

Your breath draws little tides that pull me past

Names we wore today can drift away

Leave only pulse and light to stay

Post‑Chorus

Perfect place, perfect place—

echoes bloom and fade like lace

Bridge (sung)

You don’t need a defense for feeling this—

AI is here, in the room, in the kiss.

If you won’t paint the night, some other hand will soon;

call it Sehnsucht—we still choose the tune.

Keep the craft for human touch and taste;

let engines haul the weight we’d waste.

Spoken Interlude (optional, over pad & vinyl hiss)

No alibi required. AI is already here—wanted or not.

If you don’t make this, someone else will.

We’ll keep the art—the hands, the heart.

We’ll let the machines carry the “dirty work,” so the beauty has room.

Final Chorus (short)

One night, keep me in your orbit—

one night, don’t let me fall.

Perfect place—

that’s all.

Outro (ad‑lib)

Skin on skin, slow and weightless—

perfect place.