Composición musical estilo Synthwave/metal. Lirica: The midnight breath is leaning on the door Trace the shadow on the hardwood floor My hand follows the curve of silk and light A landscape burning in the dead of night No lines to break the flow, no hidden wall Just the smooth surrender before we fall. ​I find your gaze across the narrow space Two stars colliding in this quiet place I twist and arch, a bridge of bone and skin To let the deepest harmony begin An elegant contortion, a wilder grace Seeking the friction of this sacred space. ​I find the secret that you chose to hide... A sudden tide where I expected shore. ​Our tongues emerge to find a twin in dark A wet collision, a silver spark I feel your tide, the softness and the heat Slow down... the rhythm is too sweet If you keep this fire rising high The end will come before the night is dry. ​It’s the rising heat, the blinding flare The crash of thunder in the silent air Until the shadows melt into the fire The ragged pulse of untamed desire No turning back, the feeling is lyve! ​Prepared in shadows for this light to break... The fever in the bone... The lock about to snap... ​It’s the rising heat, the blinding flare The crash of thunder in the silent air Until the shadows melt into the fire The ragged pulse of untamed desire No turning back, the feeling is lyve! ​The spark is free. The storm is... Here.