Midnight in the Pocket

Neon on the window, silver on my skin

I move a little slower when the lights begin

You're shadowed in the mirror, mine beside the bar

We don't have to say it, I know who we are

Hands on the rhythm, heart on mute

Every little glint's like sharpened tooth

I let the beat do what the words won't do

Pull me closer

But cop it cool

We spin, look in the pocket, cool and low

Under the mirrorball glow

You pull, I drift, and I come back home

To the pulse, to the rush

To the undertow

We spin in the pocket, slow and tight

Burning in the blue of the night

No need to chase what already knows

We live in a groove

Where the disco goes

Looks like a secret, cigarette light

You taste like trouble, dressed up right

I keep my distance, you keep the flame

Nothing about this ever feels the same

Quiet as a woman, they sound mean

Tough as no movement cuts through the sheen

I'll let the night wear down my defenses too

Pull me closer, but keep it cool

We spin in the park, echoing low

Under the mirror ball glow

You pull, I drift, then I come back home

To the pulse, to the rush

To the undertow

The spin in the park is so unkind

Burning in the blue of the night

No need to chase what already knows

We live in a groove

Where the disco goes

If I say forever, would you hear it right?

Or just another secret in the neon light?

I'm all smooth edges, you're an oven spark

We make the little fire in the dark

We spin and the park is cool and low

Under the mirror, all glow

You pull that chin and I come back home

To the pulse, to the rush, to the undertow

Misfits in the pocket, slow and bright

Burning in the dew of the night

No need to chase what already knows

We live in a groove

Where the disco goes