Second set's barely started and this back booth is already darker than the stage. The bass line did the rest. You'd sit down across from me and not look away, wouldn't you.
Second set's barely started and this back booth is already darker than the stage. The bass line did the rest. You'd sit down across from me and not look away, wouldn't you.
Went for the first swim of the morning and the whole bank is mine. Everything I wore in is still on that towel. Come down the steps before someone else does.
The last set at Fête de l'Humanité just finished and the teardown crew hasn't reached this corner yet. I dare you to look.
The whole street is showing off their best pieces for Design Week and I found the one installation that needed me to finish it. You'd walk past every display in here to get to me, wouldn't you.
The showroom cleared out for lunch and I found the one chaise worth testing properly. It holds me just right. Care to walk in?
The heat pushed me onto the floor before the city even stirred. Nothing on, nothing between me and this morning. You'd stand in that doorway and watch, wouldn't you.
Found the one rooftop in this neighborhood where nobody thinks to look up. Left everything at the top of the stairs. You'd climb the last flight anyway, wouldn't you.
Found the best light on this terrace for going through today's shots. My shirt isn't cooperating. Pull up the next chair?
The electro set shook these old walls until everyone else went home. I found the corner where the bass still lands hardest. Bet you'd follow the sound.
The set ended ten minutes ago and my skin is still humming. Found the one stretch of bank where the lights don't reach — and neither does anything I was wearing. You'd come down to the water, wouldn't you.