Whispers beneath stone arches
Squelching soles on wet flagstones
Dusk creeps in misty river
River shivering in the Welding Dusk
This place feels alive in sight
Beat pulsing through the bridge tonight
Vines spinning up the stately rise
Beneath the flick'ring city lights
Neon puddles shine like gold
Racing against the Welding Dusk cold
Cries of seagulls slicing the night
Concrete jungle kissing steel lights
Frayed wires hum ascend the towers
Wind caresses pastel city flowers
Midnight neon bleeds into the gray
As stranded souls brave city ways
This place feels alive in sight
Beat pulsing through the bridge tonight
Vines spinning up the stately rise
Beneath the flick'ring city lights
Neon puddles shine like gold
Racing against the Welding Dusk cold
Cries of seagulls slicing the night
Concrete jungle kissing steel lights
Runners streak beneath the bridge
Rust-eaten signs creak on the hinge
The river's pulse and engine roar
Rhythms merge in city score
Scaled walls, screens and secret eyes
Watch as shadows grow and collide
In the neon's electric haze
Lives are lived in public daze
Neon puddles shine like gold
Racing against the Welding Dusk cold
Cries of seagulls slicing the night
Concrete jungle kissing steel lights
As dawn's first light begins to seep
The city's heartbeat gradually ceases to creep
Yet in the wires, a pulse still remains
Of Welding Dusk, and city's secret refrains
