Under Elevator Lights Ade Lana, Deep House, Ömer Bükülmezoğlu

Three seventeen

Nobody talking

Only the hum of the elevator

Gold heels in my hand
Phone at one percent
Another rooftop party
That i barely remember

Everybody knew my name
Nobody asked how i've been
Funny how a crowded room
Can make you feel unseen

The doors close
The music disappears
And suddenly it's only me in here

Elevator lights

Tell the truth at 3 am

Everybody knows my face
Nobody knows where i've been

Elevator lights

Silver on my skin

Everybody wants a piece of me
But nobody gets in

Twenty floors of silence
Watching numbers turn to blue

Lipstick on the coffee cup
From a night i barely knew

The girl inside the mirror
Looks tired around the eyes

Like she's carrying conversations
She never says out loud

The doors open
The hallway waits

But i stay there for another second

Trying to remember
Who i was before the noise

Maybe i'm not lonely
Maybe i'm just tired of the sound

Of everybody needing something
Every time i come around

I'm more than a reflection
More than a name they know

There's a girl behind the spotlight
Trying to find her way home

Elevator lights

Tell the truth at 3 am

Everybody knows my face
Nobody knows where i've been

Elevator lights

Silver on my skin

Everybody wants a piece of me
But nobody gets in

Nobody gets in

Floor twenty-three

Doors opening

Back to who they think i am