No names
No small talk
Just passion
You move like a dare in the edge of my sight
Half in the strobe and half out of the light
Not looking for forever not asking for proof
Just that little collision that turns air into truth
Closer
Not yet
Closer
There
Your hand at my waist like a thought I almost had
Mine at your shoulder like a habit turning bad
Room full of strangers but the distance disappears
Heat writes a language that the mouth never hears
This isn't romance this is gravity in heels
A little bit of hunger a little bit of steel
You lean in laughing like the bassline told a joke
And all my better judgment curls up in the smoke
Touch
Pause
Turn
Again
Touch
Pause
Turn
Again
Don't say much
You don't need to
Skin goes fluent
When the room moves through you
Dancefloor diplomacy
Hands making treaties on me
No war no peace just chemistry
A little surrender in the beat
There's a kind of lonely
Only touch can mute
Not love
Not safety
Just proof
Hold me like a rumor
Right there
Slow enough to lose her
Right there
Like the night might end
Right there
Start again
Dancefloor diplomacy
Hands making treaties on me
No war no peace just chemistry
A little surrender in the
Dancefloor diplomacy
No one else this close to me
Not forever just perfectly
For as long as the song agrees
No names
No promise
Still holy
For a minute
Touch
Pause
Touch
Pull me under
Don't pretend
Dancefloor diplomacy
Till the lights come thin
Just passion
Then you