Verse 1 Neon wheel turns slow, tilt under feet, Hand on the rail where our shadows meet. You laugh like vertigo learning my name, I lean and the axis remembers the game. We list to the left till the right comes true, Gravity bargains, and we pull through. Pre-Chorus If the ground feels slanted, stand with me, Count to three, then let it be— No promises, just balance kept, A slow-blink world we won’t forget. Chorus Tip me thirty degrees—I stay, I stay, I stay. Spin till the city blurs; I’m brave in this sway. Hold my weight against your weight, We calibrate our fate. Tip me thirty degrees—I stay, I stay, I stay. Verse 2 Rivets sing low like a metal choir, Air tastes sweet like a wire on fire. Your palm on my spine is an honest brace, I trade my fear for a borrowed place. We tilt without falling, a measured dare, Both feet off the center, still in the air. Pre-Chorus If the view gets dizzy, blink with me— We’ll trust the lean and let it be. Chorus Tip me thirty degrees… Bridge (spoken-sung) This isn’t proof, it’s practice time, A slow rehearsal for the climb. If we slip, we don’t perform— We breathe, return, reform. Final Chorus Tip me thirty degrees—I stay, I stay, I stay… Tag World levels out. We don’t rush down.
