Track Insight / Lyrics
In the flicker of neon signs,
Dusk falls upon these worn stairs,
A city alive, lit up in lines,
Where shadows stretch and secrets share.
A bobby pin's metallic cry,
From iron latticework up high,
Scratches the summer's wane goodbye,
As fire escapes step into the sky.
Phone maps long since faded gray,
Scraped clean of subway's glowing ray,
Yellowed edges, torn and cold,
Transport to a summer old.
Neon puddles, streets alive,
Grid of streets that made me thrive,
In these concrete veins, a heart still beats,
Summer's pulse beneath the city's streets.
Lift tickets, stubs of day,
Faded flags of happier way,
Pleas and prayers, scribbled high,
On tiles and walls that watched us fly.
Phone maps long since faded gray,
Scraped clean of subway's glowing ray,
Yellowed edges, torn and cold,
Transport to a summer old.
Neon puddles, streets alive,
Grid of streets that made me thrive,
In these concrete veins, a heart still beats,
Summer's pulse beneath the city's streets.
Mirrored tile in a dim stairwell,
Echoes whispers of love that dwelled,
In stairwells, crannies, everywhere,
Love's graffiti without a care.
Summer nights that stretch so long,
Fading light that sings a song,
Each step worn smooth by familiar feet,
Summer's ghosts that only echo here.
Neon puddles, streets alive,
Grid of streets that made me thrive,
In these concrete veins, a heart still beats,
Summer's pulse beneath the city's streets.
Guitar swells, synths warm to a fade,
As dusk gives way to city's shade.
