I trace the outline of your shadow in the candle light
Knowing I am going to keep you closer through the night
Every word I whisper on the softness of your skin
Is a promise made of chalk where all of this begins
We meet inside the corner where the heavy shadows play
You laugh and let your fingers brush my collar far away
The scent of roasted coffee tangles up inside your hair
I catch your gaze across the table, heavy in the air
And the hours slip away into a quiet, slow desire
Every stolen glance we share is building up the fire
I can see the hunger dancing in the middle of your eyes
Drawing me a little closer, stripping my disguise
Oh, the world is moving slow whenever you are next to me
Lost inside a heavy kind of midnight gravity
I would walk a thousand miles just to feel your hand in mine
We're a promise made of chalk that we are leaving on the line
Leaving on the line, leaving on the line
I can feel your quiet breathing pulling me through space and time
Now we walk along the pavement where the neon gently glows
There is magic in the silence that the restless never knows
You lean your body into mine and shiver in the cold
I wrap my arms around your waist, a story to be told
And the hours slip away into a quiet, slow desire
Every stolen glance we share is building up the fire
I can see the hunger dancing in the middle of your eyes
Drawing me a little closer, stripping my disguise
Oh, the world is moving slow whenever you are next to me
Lost inside a heavy kind of midnight gravity
I would walk a thousand miles just to feel your hand in mine
We're a promise made of chalk that we are leaving on the line
Leaving on the line, leaving on the line
I can feel your quiet breathing pulling me through space and time
The shadows start to blur against the window in the rain
But the tension we are building is destined to remain
I am standing in the open, holding on to what we drew
Knowing every single moment brings me closer still to you
A burning kind of hunger that is planted like a seed
Taking over every rhythm in the soul of your Sayed
I do not mind if the heavy rain washes our chalk away
Because this fire is burning where the water cannot reach
Oh, the world is moving slow whenever you are next to me
Lost inside a heavy kind of midnight gravity
I would walk a thousand miles just to feel your hand in mine
We're a promise made of chalk that we are leaving on the line
Knowing I am going to keep you closer through the night
Every word I whisper on the softness of your skin
Is a promise made of chalk where all of this begins
We meet inside the corner where the heavy shadows play
You laugh and let your fingers brush my collar far away
The scent of roasted coffee tangles up inside your hair
I catch your gaze across the table, heavy in the air
And the hours slip away into a quiet, slow desire
Every stolen glance we share is building up the fire
I can see the hunger dancing in the middle of your eyes
Drawing me a little closer, stripping my disguise
Oh, the world is moving slow whenever you are next to me
Lost inside a heavy kind of midnight gravity
I would walk a thousand miles just to feel your hand in mine
We're a promise made of chalk that we are leaving on the line
Leaving on the line, leaving on the line
I can feel your quiet breathing pulling me through space and time
Now we walk along the pavement where the neon gently glows
There is magic in the silence that the restless never knows
You lean your body into mine and shiver in the cold
I wrap my arms around your waist, a story to be told
And the hours slip away into a quiet, slow desire
Every stolen glance we share is building up the fire
I can see the hunger dancing in the middle of your eyes
Drawing me a little closer, stripping my disguise
Oh, the world is moving slow whenever you are next to me
Lost inside a heavy kind of midnight gravity
I would walk a thousand miles just to feel your hand in mine
We're a promise made of chalk that we are leaving on the line
Leaving on the line, leaving on the line
I can feel your quiet breathing pulling me through space and time
The shadows start to blur against the window in the rain
But the tension we are building is destined to remain
I am standing in the open, holding on to what we drew
Knowing every single moment brings me closer still to you
A burning kind of hunger that is planted like a seed
Taking over every rhythm in the soul of your Sayed
I do not mind if the heavy rain washes our chalk away
Because this fire is burning where the water cannot reach
Oh, the world is moving slow whenever you are next to me
Lost inside a heavy kind of midnight gravity
I would walk a thousand miles just to feel your hand in mine
We're a promise made of chalk that we are leaving on the line