Track Insight / Lyrics
Neon puddles glisten on dampened streets
Washed clean by yesterday's medevac retreats
Hollow alleys echo with abandoned jazz
Rusty watering can's moist kiss on granite's emancipation
Rain drums on tin rooftops as I descend
To hidden temples where basslines ascend
A neon vintage undulates in the haze
Midnight rituals pulse with lifeless phase
Neon puddles, streets alive, electric dreams
Whispers spoken on barstools and peeling schemes
A lonesome wanderer with a watering can
Memories encrypted in acid hues of neon's plan
At the corner of lonesome and forgotten dreams
Cigarette butts smolder, scattered like fallen schemes
Curtains of mist conceal the bruised and the damn
Haunted by silhouettes of mislaid jams
Rain drums on tin rooftops as I ascend
To places where the rhythm never ends
A neon vintage beckons through the haze
Midnight callings echo in an electric daze
Neon puddles, streets alive, electric dreams
Whispers spoken on barstools and peeling schemes
A lonesome wanderer with a watering can
Memories encrypted in acid hues of neon's plan
In the witching hour, when the city sleeps
A ghostly violin melody creeps
Through back alleys, swaying with the rain
Neon echoes beckon, like a siren's refrain
Neon puddles, streets alive, electric dreams
Whispers spoken on barstools and peeling schemes
A lonesome wanderer with a watering can
Memories encrypted in acid hues of neon's plan
(Acrid synths wane, deep bass fades slow)
Neon puddles glitter, as the dawn starts to grow
