Lyric

1 a.m. crosswalk, Shibuya blinks a strobe of rain

Taxi lanterns chew the rhythm, biting at the lane

Your laughter ricochets, syncopated firefly

Sneakers slap the bass line, sketching grooves across the sky

Coin spins, meter dodged—cheap-thrill groove

Hey-hey, let the driver wait, we move

Cabshuffle—tail-lights dance kaleidoscope

Off-beat heartbeat hopping through a midnight strobe

If they call our queue, we’ll pirouette outside the rope

City drips in polyrhythm and hope

Hazard blinks like constellations on your coat

Marquee kanji paints a swing across the road

Rear-view shows a neon movie upside-down

“Destination?”—answer hiding in the sound

Cabshuffle—detour tastes like sugar spice

Meter’s racing slower than our pulse on ice

Wallet paper-thin, but time is triple-thick

Flip the page in footsteps, write the trick

Slap-bass skips a puddle riff

Synth-brass chops the drifting mist

Sheet music drawn in head-lamp beams

Our shadows harmonise the extremes

Cabshuffle—dawn erupts in cymbal burst

Meter loops infinity, our hunger unrehearsed

Driver chuckles softly as the skyline fades

Taxi queue leaves echoes we replay