Track Insight / Lyrics
In Chicago's dawn, when jazz clubs fade
Our greenhouse gardener slips away
Seeking neon glory, heat of the stage
Where rivers flows and syncopated drums engage
Sweat on the walls, whiskey on the floor
Melodies fill the air and open doors
This secret underground, in the city's heart
Beneath the concrete, nightlife never departs
She tends the plants by day, alabaster pale
But at night, her spirit sets the rhythm sail
Through back alleys, rain-soaked and paved
To the cellar where miracles are played
Sweat on the walls, whiskey on the floor
Melodies fill the air and open doors
This secret underground, in the city's heart
Beneath the concrete, nightlife never departs
As petals close and lights buzz on
From garden to grit, she's home, don't you know?
In this underworld, she's finally free
To dance with strangers, unchained and carefree
This secret underground, in the city's heart
Beneath the concrete, nightlife never departs
Fade of pulsing bass and swell of synths...
Last glimmers of scintillating percussion trail off...
