We Wear the Night Well

They said the good years went too fast…
I said — maybe.
But the best light shows up late.

Black room, soft gold, somebody breathes,
Fabric catching halos at the edge of the beat.
No one here is trying to be twenty-two —
We came for the light, and it looks good on you.

One turn of the wrist, one look over the shoulder,
Grace gets louder when the heart gets older.
What the mirror calls a wrinkle…
the spotlight calls design.

So let the low drum find us,
let the whole floor rise —
we don’t dance to go backward,
we dance to feel alive.

We wear the night well,
oh, we wear it well,
age looks good in motion when the lights hit just right.
Hands up, chin high —
let the whole room tell:
we don’t chase forever,
we wear the night well.

Age looks good in motion.
Age looks good in motion.
Turn slow… shine bright —
we wear the night well.

You brought your laugh like a spark in a glass,
I brought my scars and dressed them up in class.
Years in the seams, fire in the hem,
every little step says — here I am again.

They can keep the rush, the noise, the race,
we’ve got that deep-time swing, that saving grace.
Not young, not sorry, not fading out —
we’re the kind of beautiful they write about.

Let the drumline hold us,
let the old ache melt —
some nights you need a witness,
some nights you need yourself.

We wear the night well,
oh, we wear it well,
age looks good in motion when the lights hit just right.
Hands up, chin high —
let the whole room tell:
we don’t chase forever,
we wear the night well.

Talk to me…
this was never about going back —
this is about walking in,
like the years paid for the shine…
and tonight, we collect.

Age looks good…

We wear the night well,
oh, we wear it well,
age looks good in motion — and love looks good in light.
Still turning heads,
still turning hurt to help,
still got a little gold left —
we wear the night well.

Age looks good in motion.
Age looks good in motion.
Turn slow… shine bright…
we wear the night well.