(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 girl