Hills After Dark

[ Lyrics ]

Gates unlock, hearts go quiet.

Tires kiss the gravel, headlights cut the black,
no name on the mailbox, just a number and the facts.
I left the map back where the city breathes,
now I’m chasing shadows through the chaparral leaves.
No ring, no call, just a blink in code —
a glance from the guard, then I’m cleared the road.
Heads turn in slow-mo as I roll past the glass,
no smiles, just sizing me through the cracks.

The air gets thinner, the rules get deep,
no names to anchor, no past to keep.
You trade your story for a look, for a tone —
and I’m learning silence makes the hunger known.

Hills after dark — where the whispers start,
every look’s a promise, every touch’s a chart.
Hills after dark — no need to speak,
desire’s written in the way that you lean.

A woman in cream strokes her wine like a pen,
her eyes write a sentence I can’t translate then.
Another nods once — barest dip of the chin —
like she’s signing my entry to let the sin in.
No music too loud, just a bass in the floor,
pulsing low like a heartbeat behind a closed door.
Someone trails fingers down a bare spine, slow —
nobody notices, but everybody knows.

The truth isn’t spoken, it’s held in the air,
a pause in the breathing, a weight in your stare.
You don’t ask for power — you wear it like lace,
then let it slip quiet from your shoulders and grace.

Hills after dark — where the whispers start,
every look’s a promise, every touch’s a chart.
Hills after dark — no need to speak,
desire’s written in the way that you lean.

I came for the mystery, stayed for the hush,
the way someone’s silence can feel like a rush.
Not love — not yet — but the shape of a vow,
drawn in the dark where the edges allow.
No promises spoken, no contracts to sign —
just the heat of a glance that reshapes your life.

Hills after dark — where the whispers start,
every rule’s unspoken, every game’s a work of art.
Hills after dark — I’m not who I was,
walked in with my voice, now I speak through the flaws.

Gates unlock… hearts go quiet.