Lyric

There’s a bassline walking underneath the city street

A warm wave that never stops its beat

It seeps into my bones, you know the vibes

Neon lights melting slow, like memories in my mind

Then a synth with a tape-like sound

A dense color, almost celestial bound

A vintage echo takes me somewhere else

Far from me, outside myself

It’s this sound that speaks to me

A funky bass that rocks me gently

Clean guitars that cut the air

Layered voices, almost a prayer

This music on my skin

Between the concrete and the stars within

A global rhythm, a global groove

That moves my soul, I can’t refuse

A guitar draws a thread so fine

An arpeggio breaking through the silent line

And percussion calls me in

An electronic beat that’s far within

It smells like wood and someplace new

An invitation to lose myself, find something true

That vintage synth takes me somewhere else

Inside of me, beyond myself

It’s this sound that speaks to me

A funky bass that rocks me gently

Clean guitars that cut the air

Layered voices, almost a prayer

This music on my skin

Between the concrete and the stars within

A global rhythm, a global groove

That moves my soul, I can’t refuse

And the voices—they’re layers

Whispers lost and then found again

Every choir’s a memory inside

A labyrinth, my inner guide

They speak to me of another summer

Of streets I never left but wander

The bass remains... pulsing slow

And the synth, like incense smoke that flows

Just an echo... fading out

Just this groove

Yeah