WHICH FLOOR Baritone

Hook
Ding… which floor tonight?
Your body feels like an elevator ride.
My eyes keep drifting up your line…
don’t know where to let them rest.
Ding… which floor again?
Your shadow moving in the light.
Every level pulls me closer…
while the night moves slow.
Verse
Elevator doors close quietly,
city lights fall far below.
Just you and me in neon silence…
and the tension starts to grow.
First glance — your lips in the glow,
second glance — your eyes like fire.
Third glance — the quiet between us…
and the air gets warmer.
My gaze moves slowly upward…
like a lift that won’t slow down.
Tell me where this moment ends…
before the doors open now.
Hook
Ding… which floor tonight?
Your body like an elevator ride.
My eyes keep rising through the night…
searching where to stop.
Ding… which floor again?
Your breath close to my skin.
Every second lifts me higher…
while the world fades out.