Maldives Midnight
Track 2 of Forbidden in Furs
[ Lyrics ]
Overwater kiss, no GPS. Left LAX in the dead of night, no return date, no alibi. You said, ‘Let the city forget our names,’ and I watched it fade through airplane glass. No ID, no past, just salt air past my lips, your hand on my knee like a silent script. Told myself it’s just a trip, but I packed my soul in that carry-on zip. Now the villa hums with low blue light, ocean breathing under glass. You whisper, ‘You’re mine tonight,’ but I’m not sure who I am. Overwater kiss, no GPS, lost in moonlight, floating off the edge. You touch me like I’m sacred, like I’m sin, I don’t know where the truth begins. Overwater kiss, no GPS, drift me further, let the signal end. I’m not Jasmine, I’m just your yes— overwater dream, and I’m weightless. Midnight swim with chandeliers on, diamonds on my neck from hotel loans. You film me slow-mo under the moon, say I look like a scene you’ve already seen. I laugh, but it echoes too clean, like I’m playing a role I’ve been coached to mean. Your touch is warm, but the water’s colder, and I’m checking my pulse like it’s someone else’s folder. You call me your muse, your Malibu vice, but mirrors don’t talk when they’re under the lights. I smile on cue, but my eyes stay distant, like I’m watching this girl from a different distance. Overwater kiss, no GPS, lost in moonlight, floating off the edge. You touch me like I’m sacred, like I’m sin, I don’t know where the truth begins. Overwater kiss, no GPS, drift me further, let the signal end. I’m not Jasmine, I’m just your yes— overwater dream, and I’m weightless. Is this love or just a rented feeling? Private jets don’t come with healing. You drew a map to your heart in the sand, but the tide came in — it erased your hand. Overwater kiss, no GPS, still I’m floating, still I’m off the grid. You love me in shadows, never in daylight, I’m your secret, not your life. Overwater kiss, no GPS, but I’m finding my way back to breath. I was weightless, now I’m just lost— Maldives midnight, and I’m paying the cost. No GPS… Just the waves… And your hands… Not enough.