Pressed Dreams
Cigarettes After Sex

[Verse 1]
Under the hazy moon, we float in a surreal stream
Soft hands work the magic, pressing sheets of dream
Velvet touches on the soul, a silent whisper's gleam
Shaping something fragile, tender as it seems

[Chorus]
And in the dark, we mold our hearts
A delicate craft, we play our parts
In this quiet night, we find our art
Pressed into life, a gentle start

[Verse 2]
Through the dreamscape, shadows waltz with light
A dance of texture, tracing shapes so slight
Impressions left in silence, fading out of sight
As we transform, in the warm, soft night

[Chorus]
And in the dark, we mold our hearts
A delicate craft, we play our parts
In this quiet night, we find our art
Pressed into life, a gentle start

[Bridge]
Moments captured, like morning dew
Ephemeral and pure, yet always true
With every breath, old turns new
A symphony of night, a secret view

[Outro]
So we lie in quiet dreams, succumbing to the tide
A subtle alchemy, where secrets do reside
Touched by moonlight, with nothing to hide
Pressed dreams reveal, in the silence, our guide