Veuve at Midnight

[ Lyrics ]

Yellow label, red lips, I see you watching.
 + glass clink into groove)

Heel stuck in the rug, I pause by the door,
gold light in my hair, sweat on my jaw.
Just came off the dance floor, heart still on beat,
when you cut through the crowd like a promise to keep.
No smile, no wave, just that slow head tilt—
like you knew I was trouble the second I knelt.
You’re sipping in silence, ice barely cracked,
but your eyes wrote a sentence I already mapped.

Don’t need a name, don’t need a past,
just this electric silence built to last.
You’re the calm in the crash, the hush in the scream,
and I’ve been running toward you in slow, stolen dreams.

Veuve at midnight, bubbles in my veins,
one look and I’m loose, one touch I could break.
You and me in this haze, no need to pretend—
I see you watching, and I know where this ends.
 — stacked whisper + call-and-response)

You cross the room slow, no rush, no game,
say ‘Cold in here?’ like we’re not the same flame.
Hand on my elbow, voice low like smoke,
‘You came here for more than just jokes, I know.’
I laugh like it’s nothing, but my pulse sings loud,
your thumb on my wrist is the only vow.
We’re two VIP ghosts in a fever-lit room,
dancing to a beat only sin knows the tune.

No past to regret, no future to dread,
just this thick, golden present where we are the thread.
One drink, one breath, one risk in the dark—
I’ll follow your exit if you take the spark.

Veuve at midnight, bubbles in my veins,
one look and I’m loose, one touch I could break.
You and me in this haze, no need to pretend—
I see you watching, and I know where this ends.
 — breathy echo)

No promises made, no numbers exchanged,
just your coat on the chair like a silent arrangement.
The clock’s on the edge, the night’s burning low—
we both know we don’t need a reason to go.

Veuve at midnight, bubbles in my chest,
no guilt, no fear, just the pull of your yes.
You and me in the blur, no shame, no pretend—
I saw you watching, and I met you at the end.
 — harmonized lift, chant fade)

Yellow label, red lips… you were worth the risk.
 + glass clink → silence)