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Velvet Virgil
- **Velvet Vigil**
- (Verse 1)
- You fold the night into your lap like prayer, like error, like a bruise
- Candles cough their lipstick off and leave the windows with old news
- We parade our tiny funerals in the kitchen, under cheap chandeliers
- You tie my name to your sleeve like paper boats and whispered fears
- (Pre Chorus)
- Say you’ll keep me in the pocket of your coat where secrets sleep
- Promise me the weather won’t unlearn the way you keep
- (Chorus)
- Hold me in your velvet vigil, press my ribs like holy things
- Kiss the static from my temple, stitch my silence to your wings
- If love is some slow arson, light me gently, don’t be cruel
- Swear you’ll be the crooked gospel that keeps worshiping our fools
- (Verse 2)
- We trade our better angels for the cigarette ash of the dawn
- You laugh as if the world is a stage and we’re the chorus, slightly wrong
- Your shadow teaches mine new sins —how to bow and not to break
- We wrap our throats in ribbon and call it brave, call it fate
- (Pre Chorus)
- You keep a photograph that’s folded to the shape of what we lied
- You say, “I’ll hold you after midnight,” like a threat I can’t deny
- (Chorus)
- Hold me in your velvet vigil, press my ribs like holy things
- Kiss the static from my temple, stitch my silence to your wings
- If love is some slow arson, light me gently, don’t be cruel
- Swear you’ll be the crooked gospel that keeps worshiping our fools
- (Bridge —spoken, then building)
- We were students of the hush, learned how to pray in the wrong keys
- You taught me how to love with one hand, keep the other on the blade
- We’ll carve our promises on the backs of chairs and let the rain baptized
- The confessions that we barter like coins in some abandoned arcade
- (Breakdown —shouted)
- Stay —don’t let the gutters eat the light we stole
- Stay —burn our names on the underside of every phone booth soul
- Stay —stay the comet that refuses to forget the earth
- Stay —if we have to die, let it be loud and messy, let it be worth
- (Chorus —bigger, doubled)
- Hold me in your velvet vigil, press my ribs like holy things
- Kiss the static from my temple, stitch my silence to your wings
- If love is some slow arson, light me gently, don’t be cruel
- Swear you’ll be the crooked gospel that keeps worshiping our fools
- (Outro —quiet, urgent)
- When the church lights fold their palms and the crowd goes cheap and gray
- Keep the heartbeat in your pocket like contraband, like payday
- Hold me in the velvet vigil —and if the world forgets our names
- Let the echo be enough: two riddles wrapped in flame.
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