Echoes On The Floor

[Verse 1]
Dust on the mirror ball
Half-dead strobes still blink in time
Lipstick prints on a paper cup
Your jacket on the back of my chair
[Chorus]
Echoes on the floor
I swear I've heard this night before
Same slow spin
Same soft sin
Hold me like a half-forgotten chorus
Echoes on the floor
We keep dancing like we’re sure
We’ve been here
We’ve been here
[Verse 2]
Your laugh hits my chest in waves
Like a sample they used to overplay
You say my name
It drags and blooms
Hanging in the air of this tiled room
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Déjà vu in sequins and sweat
Mouths moving but the words won’t land
Are we stuck in a scratched-out groove
Or starting over again
Again?
[Chorus]

Retro-future disco ballad with hazy sidechain pads, lazy four-on-the-floor kick, and washed-out strings. Female vocals float through long cathedral reverb, slightly detuned backing stack on the hook. Filtered guitar chanks and muted bass lock a slow groove while tape delays smear transitions, like a half-remembered club classic playing from the next room., disco