Lipstick Haze

Lipstick on my lips, shadows in the room. Hearts collide tonight, chasing away the gloom. Dressed in borrowed light, stepping through the door. Eyes meet across the crowd, pulling me to the floor. Strangers turn to sparks, hands brushing the haze. Laughter breaks the silence in this unexpected maze. Feel the pull, the rush, no words left to say. One glance and we're alive, lighting up the gray. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. Dancing through the heartache, breaking every chain. Catching in the chaos, hearts beating as one. This fire in our veins, yeah, we've just begun. Turn to stories, secrets shared in smiles. Bodies sway together, crossing endless miles. From lonely corners, calling to this electric thrill. Found you in the crowd, now nothing stands still. Feel the pull, the rush, no words left to say. One glance and we're alive, lighting up the gray. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. Dancing through the heartache, breaking every chain. Catching in the chaos, hearts beating as one. This fire in our veins, yeah, we've just begun. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. Pain and joy on pain, dancing through the heartache. Breaking every chain, catching in the chaos. Hearts beating as one, this fire in our veins. Yeah, we've just begun. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain. We're lipstick for the funeral, painting joy on pain.