Glasswave Motion (Dance-Pop, Eurohouse × Europop, Modern 80s twist) (New Order 🎵 x Lewis Capaldi🎙)

You tilt the moment like a satellite drifting,
Slow spin, but the pull stays firm.
Every side glance feels electricity shifting,
Like we’ve stepped off the predictable curve.
You talk in patterns, sharp as midnight metal,
Cool voice riding on a restless beat.
I’m trying not to read the meaning too literal,
But you draw me in with every subtle repeat.

And I’m caught in your rise-and-dive rhythm,
Tied to the pulse of your reckoning lines.
You set the pace; I follow the algorithm,
Somehow synced, like interlocking signs.

So let’s move in glasswave motion,
Riding through the tide you spark—
Crystal pressure, fluid devotion-less,
Close enough to leave your mark.
Turn the night into a wild equation,
Every step a shifting notion—
You and I in full dimension,
Rolling through this glasswave motion.

Hands up—your tempo’s rising slow,
Feet light—your current starts to grow.
Don’t speak—just let the moment show,
We’re bending the lines we used to know.

Your laugh cuts through like polished silver,
Crisp tone that rearranges the room.
Breathing tightens with the smallest quiver—
You’re a spark lodged deep in the tune.
Street signs blur into streaks of colour,
But I’m locked on everything you do.
You shift direction—never grows duller—
Each step a new code breaking through.

And the rhythm you send is a bold invitation,
Pulls me clean out of my careful stance.
You stir up a pulse without provocation,
Like you’ve rewritten the rules of chance.

So let’s move in glasswave motion,
Riding through the tide you spark—
Crystal pressure, fluid and fearless,
You redraw the edge in the dark.
Spin the world to a new equation,
Break the frame with each commotion—
You and I in full dimension,
Rolling through this glasswave motion.

Hold the beat—let it hover in the centre,
Breath suspended like a signal in delay.
You tilt the world with a single gesture,
And everything shifts our way.
No warnings—just a rising tremor,
A fire sitting cool under control.
If we hit the edge, I’ll remember
How this current took ahold.

Move in glasswave motion,
Ride the tide you spark again—
A thousand tones in one explosion,
Thundering under my skin.
Take the frame and twist the picture,
Set your own acceleration—
You and I in full dimension,
Forever in this glasswave motion.