Lipstick on the Feedback
Verse 1 Purple light is flooding through the heavy door
low end is kicking upwards from the floor. Your laugh is cutting through the DJ track
Stepping over lines and not looking back. Leaning in to shout above the sound
Breath tastes like the cherry that you found. Hand upon my shoulder
tapping time
While the crowd is pushing through the grime.
Verse 2 Leather jacket hanging on a ripped-up tee
Chains are swinging loose and wild and free. Boots are grinding circles in the sticky spill
Every step is moving with a sudden will. Eyes are catching mine and holding tight
Black and heavy makeup in the flashing light. Mouth is moving with the chorus beat
But the motion’s living in the moving feet.
Pre-Chorus Sweat upon the collar, shining wet
A look that says we haven’t started yet. Something in the smile is promising a fight
Back behind the speakers in the dead of night.
Chorus Lipstick on the feedback, loud and high
Kissing on the mic until the speakers cry. Hands upon my jacket
steering through the pack, Pushing forward
never looking back. If the sun comes up and burns it all away
We still own the corner where we choose to stay. Turn the volume up and let the people see
This is how the moment’s really meant to be.
Verse 3 Grab my wrist and pull me to the exit sign
Cool air hitting lungs that are doing fine. Alley lit by yellow
broken overhead, Puddles shining silver
looking almost dead. Back me to the brickwork
jacket on the skin
This is where the trouble can begin. No romance or flowers
just the heat
Two bodies standing on the concrete street.
Pre-Chorus Streetlight flickers, shadows start to bend
A secret that we don’t intend to end. Fingers on the belt loop
holding fast, Turning up the heat to make it last.
Chorus Lipstick on the feedback, loud and high
Kissing on the mic until the speakers cry. Hands upon my jacket
steering through the pack, Pushing forward
never looking back. If the sun comes up and burns it all away
We still own the corner where we choose to stay. Turn the volume up and let the people see
This is how the moment’s really meant to be.
Bridge Later on the songs will start to slip
But I will keep the memory of the grip. Jacket smells like cherry and the sweat
A night that isn’t finished with me yet. Every time the snare skin starts to crack
I will feel the nails upon my back. Strangers in the noise who made a mark
Lighting up the fire in the dark.
Outro Leave a smudge of red upon the collarbone
A grin that says I wasn’t on my own. Not love
just a spark inside the gray
Before we turn and walk the other way.