[Intro – slow, sensual]

[Intro – slow, sensual] Slow ride, moonlight on your thighs, Your eyes talk loud, no need for lies. Heartbeat, bass line in your spine, Your lips on mine — right on time. [Verse 1 – contrast between intro] I wake up chasing what your body wrote, Your perfume floating like a secret note. The bed still knows how we used to bend, How we made the night refuse to end. My hands still counting every line, The way you moved in perfect time. I hear your steps inside my head, Like every thought leads back to bed. [Pre-Chorus – slow catchy] Got your voice running wild in my head, Every night pulling me back to that bed. [Chorus – wild, obsessive] I’m missing you naked, loud in my veins, Your touch on repeat driving me insane. You live in the rhythm under my skin, The moment you left is the moment you win. Missing you naked, wild in my head, Your shadow still sleeping on my bed. I swear the silence keeps saying your name, I’m missing you naked — again and again. [Verse 2 – contrast between intro] Your lipstick still lives on a glass of mine, Like a red little promise frozen in time. I try to move on but the room disagrees, Every corner still breathing your heat. The clock moves slow when I’m alone, Your touch got roots under my bones. I swear the mirror keeps your shape, Like love don’t fade, it just escapes. [Pre-Chorus – slow catchy] Got your voice running wild in my head, Every night pulling me back to that bed. [Chorus – wild, obsessive] I’m missing you naked, loud in my veins, Your touch on repeat driving me insane. You live in the rhythm under my skin, The moment you left is the moment you win. Missing you naked, wild in my head, Your shadow still sleeping on my bed. I swear the silence keeps saying your name, I’m missing you naked — again and again. [Bridge – slow sensual] Maybe it’s crazy, loving a ghost, Holding a feeling I need the most. Maybe your name is my sweetest sin, Every night I let you in. [Outro – slow, intimate] Curtains breathing, city half awake, My lonely hands still make your shape. If love’s a fever I can’t pretend, I’m missing you naked… till the end.