Cab idles at the corner curb
Rain slicks the chrome a steel reserve
Brass tube rests on the passenger seat
Focused sharp on the underground street
Brass eye sees the neon ghosts below
Pixel hearts in a rhythmic glow
Synth chords bleed through the damp stone floor
I know this sound I know the score
Meter sleeps but the night is young
Quarter moon on a silver tongue
Joystick clicks in a basement hush
High score initials in the rush
Brass eye sees the neon ghosts below
Pixel hearts in a rhythmic glow
Synth chords bleed through the damp stone floor
I know this sound I know the score
Felt hammers strike a low slow blues
Pizzicato strings cut through the fuse
Modular blips like fireflies
Dancing where the shadow lies
Brass eye sees the neon ghosts below
Pixel hearts in a rhythmic glow
Synth chords bleed through the damp stone floor
I know this sound I know the score
Twenty years since I dropped a coin
Watched the ships burn in vector line
Now the glass brings the past back near
Crystal clear but I'm still here
Dawn cracks the windshield gray and pale
Brass eye folds up its metal veil
Fare is paid now the engine turns
Another night a lesson learned
Brass eye sees the neon ghosts below
Pixel hearts in a rhythmic glow
Synth chords bleed through the damp stone floor
I know this sound I know the score
Brass eye watches the morning creep
Promises the secrets that it keeps
Meter drops the city wakes
Brass eye sleeps on the leather brakes