Lyric

Late night glass on the avenue, soft white haze

Silver in the window like a low lit phase

Clean lines, sharp fit, never say too much

Moving like a signal in a velvet rush

City like a circuit with a midnight beat

Crosswalks flicker under restless feet

Every glance is quick, every step feels light

Cool hands on the wheel of the city night

We run on light, we move so clean

Under the glow, in between the beams

No lost time, no wasted breath

Just heat in the frame and speed in the chest

We run on light, we break the sky

Hold that line, let the moment fly

When the night comes down, we don’t slow

We take the lane and let it go

Flash in the lane, pulse in the rain

Turn that curve into a glassy chain

Slide through the blue, cut through the spark

Leave a thin neon trace in the dark

Spin with the beat, lean into the shine

All eyes follow every line

Fast, fresh, free, no need to hide

Let the whole room move with the ride

After hours rooftop, cold champagne glow

Muted conversations, a quiet flex scene

Chrome on the table, black on the sleeve

Everybody here got somewhere to be

Screens go dim but the bass stays warm

Wind in the coat like an incoming storm

Small talk fades and the skyline bends

Sharp reflections never really end

We run on light, we move so clean

Under the glow, in between the beams

No lost time, no wasted breath

Just heat in the frame and speed in the chest

We run on light, we break the sky

Hold that line, let the moment fly

When the night comes down, we don’t slow

We take the lane and let it go

Flash in the lane, pulse in the rain

Turn that curve into a glassy chain

Slide through the blue, cut through the spark

Leave a thin neon trace in the dark

Spin with the beat, lean into the shine

All eyes follow every line

Fast, fresh, free, no need to hide

Let the whole room move with the ride

Soft static dancing on a low lit screen

A quiet glow where the edges lean

One more spark in the fading night

Then the whole world turns bright

Hold your breath at the edge of time

Feel the floor and the hidden chime

Nothing here but the way we flow

One last turn, then we let it go

Morning slips in with a pastel ray

Neon fades but it won’t decay

Footsteps bright where the wet streets gleam

Like a half remembered dream

Still in motion, still in tune

Under the hush of the morning moon

What we chased now stays inside

A clean white spark that never died