Lyric

You step out where the street smells warm

Wet asphalt keeps the coffee steam

Neon paints a crooked form

Taxi lights recall a dream

Your shoes tap out an upright code

Shopfront windows hum and nod

A low wind threads the heavy road

You follow something not yet odd

Move with the low that holds the block

Let the undercurrent lock

Turn the corner, keep the pace

Find the rhythm of the place

Feel the floor pull, push, repeat

Walk the tempo with your feet

Feel the floor pull, push, repeat

City heartbeat meets your beat

Passing faces borrow glass

A scent of rain lifts off the curb

You keep time so no breath gets past

You fold the night into your verve

A vendor calls and then he fades

Pseudo-solace in cheap light

You keep walking through the trades

Chest aligned with low deep rite

Move with the low that holds the block

Let the undercurrent lock

Turn the corner, keep the pace

Find the rhythm of the place

Feel the floor pull, push, repeat

Walk the tempo with your feet

Feel the floor pull, push, repeat

City heartbeat meets your beat

There is a seam between the noise

You tiptoe through, you do not speak

Hold the low, it becomes your poise

Let it steady what you seek

Dawn peels back the laminated signs

You keep a small and steady hum

Carry out those anchored lines

Walk until the morning comes