[Verse 1] Lights are low Clock moves slow City hums in a soft-time glow High heels tapping on the floor I’ve been here But I want some more Smoke in the air Laughing loud Shadows dancing through this crowd
[Chorus] Midnight keeps swingin’ Swingin’ on me Spinning this room into old movie scenes Every little heartbeat falls in between Midnight keeps swingin’ Swingin’ on me Round after round till we lose all the schemes We don’t go home We just live in between
[Verse 2] Red lipstick on a glass half-gone Jukebox leaning on one last song Stranger smiles like we’re old friends Says “One dance?” I just say “When?” Hands in the air Rules on the shelf I’m off the clock Back to myself
[Chorus] Midnight keeps swingin’ Swingin’ on me Spinning this room into old movie scenes Every little heartbeat falls in between Midnight keeps swingin’ Swingin’ on me Round after round till we lose all the schemes We don’t go home We just live in between
[Bridge] Maybe it’s wrong that I stay this late (ooh) Chasing that rush in a smoky haze But every time I swear it’s the end I hear that rhythm call me again
[Chorus] Midnight keeps swingin’ Swingin’ on me Spinning this room into old movie scenes Every little heartbeat falls in between Midnight keeps swingin’ Swingin’ on me Round after round till we run out of schemes We don’t go home We just live in between (oh)
Phong cách âm nhạc
Vintage big-band jazz with a modern polish; female vocals riding a walking upright bass and brushed snare. Verses stay smoky and intimate with muted trumpet fills and close-mic croon; chorus opens into full horn stabs, piano hits, and stacked background “ba-da-ba”s. Energy arcs from late-night lounge sway to a playful, danceable swing-out by the final hook., low, slow, soft