(Soft piano plays, like raindrops on a motel window. The voice is breathy, delicate, like a secret being told at midnight.) [Verse / Spoken Poetry] “There’s perfume on my wrist, the scent of last July, A love that tasted like cherry wine and cigarettes in the sky. Golden rings on your fingers, promises wrapped in lace, But the moon never waits, and neither does fate.” [Chorus / Singing] “High heels on the pavement, lipstick stains on my name, You told me I was heaven, but you loved me like a hurricane. Neon dreams and motel sheets, lost in the radio glow, Darling, we were burning, but we never felt the smoke.” (The piano lingers, like a love letter never sent.)., Vintage Hollywood Tragedy, Midnight Melancholy, Faded Elegance, Love, loss, The Ghosts of the Past, Dreamy Jazz, Baroque Pop, Cinematic Ballad, Piano, Electric Guitar, Saxophone, Strings, Vocals,