Old Fashioned Fantasy

Verse 1

Polished frames, cigarette-slow,

Velvet breath on antique glow.

You smile like sugar, soft and thin,

Sip the memory from a silver tin.

Clock hands drift in muted gold,

Secrets fold where stories told,

We trade the day for satin lace —

Learning longing in a candle’s face.

Pre-Chorus

Radio hums, the static sways,

Old songs melt the nights we play.

Chorus

Old fashioned fantasy, spin me low,

Turn the past into a gentle show.

Pour the bourbon, watch it shine,

We learn to love in crooked time.

Old fashioned fantasy, warm and pale,

Toast the ghosts that tip the scale.

Hold me hollow, call me true —

I wear the vintage of you.

Verse 2

Marble lips and lacquered haze,

Portrait smiles that fold like days.

You trace the rim of fragile light,

Chasing shadows into midnight.

Tuxedo kisses, ash like rain,

We fold our prayers into champagne,

Silk and sorrow, softened grief —

Old hearts drowned in easy belief.

Pre-Chorus

Radio hums, the static sways,

Old songs melt the nights we play.

Chorus

Old fashioned fantasy, spin me low,

Turn the past into a gentle show.

Pour the bourbon, watch it shine,

We learn to love in crooked time.

Old fashioned fantasy, warm and pale,

Toast the ghosts that tip the scale.

Hold me hollow, call me true —

I wear the vintage of you.

Bridge

Fold the letters, press the bloom,

Keep the dark inside the room.

Polaroids blur to silver lines —

We sip the past to keep it kind.

If morning breaks with honest light,

Let the fixtures soften, lose their bite.

We’ll sway like relics, slow and thin,

Till wanting folds us from within.

Chorus (final)

Old fashioned fantasy, spin me low,

Turn the past into a gentle show.

Pour the bourbon, watch it shine,

We learn to love in crooked time.

Old fashioned fantasy, warm and pale,

Toast the ghosts that tip the scale.

Hold me hollow, call me true —

I wear the vintage of you.

Outro (breathy)

Old fashioned fantasy — fold me into you.