Lyric

Rules written in the pulse of lamps

We breach them softly with our hands

Metered steps, a practiced hush

The city listens to the hush

Time compresses into half beats

We trade our edges for the heat

Follow the low light protocol

When streets forget what day it is

We move by signal not by clock

And let the quiet do the business

Shadows click and pulses hum

Night moves in careful thrum

Your shadow keeps a polite distance

Like a guest who learned how to listen

We map the cracks beneath the tiles

And keep our voices under file

Little switches flip in the dark

The city's code becomes our mark

Follow the low light protocol

When streets forget what day it is

We move by signal not by clock

And let the quiet do the business

A brass hit blinks, then drops away

We let the night fold into gray

A soft confession leaves my lips

A tiny ritual, no scripts

Signals blink then fade away

Whispers stretch across the gray

A lone footstep melts into the lamp's slow fading glow