Candles trembling in the draft

Your shadow moving across the glass

Velvet silence fills the room

Breathing slow beneath the gloom

Every heartbeat draws you near

Every breath dissolves the fear

Throw up the horns in the fading light

Let the darkness pull us tight

Every scar becomes a sign

Every pulse is yours and mine

Throw up the horns, feel it rise

Truth revealed behind closed eyes

In the silence we transform

Throw up the horns — reborn

(lead vocal deeper, sensual tone)

Black silk falling to the floor

Whispers drifting from the door

Every moment stretches thin

Where your touch and shadows blend

Still the night begins to breathe

Secrets only we can keep

Throw up the horns in the fading light

Let the darkness pull us tight

Every scar becomes a sign

Every pulse is yours and mine

Throw up the horns, feel it rise

Truth revealed behind closed eyes

In the silence we transform

Throw up the horns — reborn

Moonlight resting on your skin

Silent storm beneath within

Every doubt begins to fade

In the vows we never made

Hear the distant choir below

Calling truths we always know

(layered guitars + organ swell)

Throw up the horns in the fading light

Let the darkness pull us tight

Every scar becomes a sign

Every pulse is yours and mine

Throw up the horns, feel it rise

Truth revealed behind closed eyes

In the silence we transform

Throw up the horns — reborn

The night doesn't judge

It only reveals

Every hidden truth

Every silent longing

Here… in the dark

We are finally honest

Morning waits beyond the door

But we are something more

In the hush before the dawn

We become what we've become

Through the dark we found our flame

Nothing leaves us quite the same

Throw up the horns in the fading light

Let the darkness pull us tight

Every scar becomes a sign

Every pulse is yours and mine

Throw up the horns, feel it rise

Truth revealed behind closed eyes

In the silence we transform

Throw up the horns — reborn

He watches the world the way a storm watches the shore, knowing the tide will always come in whether anyone understands it or not. Desire, he thinks, is the oldest language ever spoken, older than fire, older than prayer.

Every creature knows it without being taught, a pulse written into bone and breath. Bodies collide, instincts answer, and the earth keeps turning, indifferent and eternal. But love… love is something else entirely.

Love is the rebellion against instinct, the quiet decision to stay when leaving would be easier, the rare spark of consciousness that turns hunger into devotion. He has known the difference in the hollow hours, lying awake with the taste of both still lingering like smoke in the dark.

Sex is gravity, pulling everything toward the same inevitable center, but love is the moment someone chooses to stand still instead of falling. And in that space between impulse and intention, he feels both powerful and painfully human, aware that most will never see the line, never feel the weight of choosing connection over instinct.

So he walks through the night with a slow, knowing smile, carrying the secret like a flame in his chest, certain that the truest intimacy is not found in the heat of the moment but in the rare, dangerous act of truly seeing another soul — and letting them see his

Throw up the horns in the fading light

Let the darkness pull us tight

Every scar becomes a sign

Every pulse is yours and mine

Throw up the horns, feel it rise

Truth revealed behind closed eyes

In the silence we transform

Throw up the horns — reborn