Techroom - The Signal (Slowed Reverb)

Magnetic.
Electric.
I feel it.
Do it again.
Leather seats and perfume, bassline in the floor.
Your shadow in the rearview makes me want it more.
Words fall into silence, smoke across the room.
Every little movement cuts right through the gloom.
Close on my chest, hands on the air.
Say what you want, I'll meet you there.
Lost in the glow, caught in the way.
Give me a sign, I'll misbehave.