Track Insight / Lyrics
Seasoned hands, a well-worn apron
Eyelids heavy, but eyes awake
Coffee dregs, a slowly turning
Griddle sizzles, a rhythmic ache
Reflections dance upon the gleam
Of worn chrome, of chrome and steam
A dreamer's mind, a sailor's sea
In this kitchen, he finds release
Neon puddles, streets alive
In the glow, his spirit thrives
Electronic pulse, synthesized heartbeat
A beacon in the midnight street
Steam hisses, coffee drips
Pistol grip, a rhythmic flip
Sizzling bacon, morning sun
Diner talk, the day has won
Neon pulses, lights ablaze
A sea of faces, a kaleidoscope phase
Electric energy, kinetic delight
In the dance, he takes flight
Tired eyes, a weary face
Scuffed shoes, a well-loved place
Pots and pans, a symphony
In the night, his story's going to be
Neon puddles, streets alive
In the glow, his spirit thrives
Electronic pulse, synthesized heartbeat
A beacon in the midnight street
Fading light, a neon dream
Fading fast, into the extreme
Of the night, where he belongs
Where the rhythm is never wrong
Neon fireworks explode
Painting streets, a vibrant ode
To the pulse, the electronic tide
That lifts him high, on the other side
Neon puddles, streets alight
One last look, before the light
Fades to dawn, a new beginning
In the kitchen, his story's ending
