Ski Slopes & Side Eyes

[ Lyrics ]

Carved a turn, caught your glance —

Black matte edges, sun hits just right,
I zoom past the lifts, chasing morning light.
You're ten yards ahead in that navy shell,
shoulders sharp, like you know me well.
No need for words when the slope’s our scene —
just zigzag silence, fast and clean.
You glance back, lips half-grin,
I carve a little wider just to feel the spin.

We don’t ski side-by-side, we ski side-eye,
tension cuts sharper than edges tonight.
The mountain’s a rhythm, we’re riding the beat,
no maps, no rules, just heat in the freeze.

Ski slopes and side eyes, fast love in motion,
every turn’s a question, every glance is the quote.
You lead, I follow, but I’m not behind —
we’re both out here playing with perfect timing.
Ski slopes and side eyes, no need to confess —
the way you look back says, *I’m into this too, I guess.*

You hit a jump, roll smoothly down,
I mimic your line, wear your route like a crown.
Snow sprays like glitter off my outer edge,
heart in my throat, but I’m cool as a pledge.
You stop at the fork, adjust your pole,
I slow beside you — *don’t act like I’m not your goal.*
You say, 'Nice cut.' I say, 'I learn fast.'
Silence hangs thick, but the moment holds vast.

We don’t need a lodge or a fire to start,
this rush is the spark, this chill is the art.
The world’s all white, but we stand in color,
no name tags, no futures — just *us in this hour.*

Ski slopes and side eyes, fast love in motion,
every turn’s a question, every glance is the quote.
You lead, I follow, but I’m not behind —
we’re both out here playing with perfect timing.
Ski slopes and side eyes, no need to confess —
the way you look back says, *I’m into this too, I guess.*

No promises etched in the frost,
just this — what we’re choosing to hold.
You wave toward the black diamond peak,
I nod, *let’s go where it gets steep.*
Not forever, not always — just *for now,*
but *for now* feels like a vow.

Ski slopes and side eyes, fast love in motion,
every fall’s forgiven, every near-miss devotion.
You lead, I follow, but I steal the lead,
turning sharp like I know what I need.
Ski slopes and side eyes, no need to confess —
the way we race down says, *this means something, I guess.*

Carved a turn… caught your glance…