[Intro – intimate piano loop, distant chopped vocal, no drums] [Male – close, conversational] Half past two, still out on the road, Phone on red and the night runs slow, Said one drink, now the whole thing's grown, Funny how quick you forget going home. [Male – quiet] Half past two... Nah. It's morning. [Male – quiet] Half past two... Nah. It's morning. [Verse 1 – syncopated drums enter, tight grime flow] Last train gone, so we're walking the route, One mate's missing, one's arguing loud, Taxi rolls past with the windows rolled down, Bass from the boot makes the pavement bounce. Got no big plan, just a place we can land, Loose change rattling round in my hand, Rain on my coat, got a drink on my cuff, Night's nearly done but we're not done enough. Old friends linking like no time has passed, Same daft jokes and the same old laugh, Years roll on but the rhythm stays fast, One look round and I'm right back back then. No grand speech, no deep conversation, Just little moments worth the whole occasion, Whole week's stress gets lost in the sound, Till the first grey light starts creeping around. [Build – piano repeats, chopped vocal fragments rise] Don't watch the clock, Don't check the time, One more tune, One more line. Don't watch the clock, Let the night run free, If the world's moving on, Let it wait for me. [Verse 2 – bass rolls in, denser internal rhymes] Phone keeps buzzing, I've left it unanswered, Group chat's gone from a joke to a scandal, Someone's got chips and they're guarding the packet, Someone's lost their keys, now we're all trying to track it. Round that corner, then back down the street, Wrong way home but the route feels complete, Cold hands, warm chest, kick drum underneath, Whole crowd moving like one heartbeat. I know this won't last, that's part of the charm, Sunrise comes round with its cold little arms, Night turns to morning, the sky loses black, We keep saying "last one" then doubling back. And I know real life waits at the door, Bills on the side and a shift at the four, But right this second, I don't need more, Just a beat that keeps opening up the floor. [Instrumental – chopped vocal loop, drums build and drop] [Male – rhythmic fragments] Not yet. One more. Hold that. Run it once more. [Verse 3 – drums strip back, darker grime pocket] Funny how time gets measured in things, Not dates on a page or the years in between, It's the voice in a room, the song that it brings, The people you miss when you hear certain strings. Some don't turn up, some drift out of view, Some you still talk to like nothing is new, You can't keep the night, can't make it stay, But a tune can bring back what the years take away. So I don't need a promise the feeling will last, I know every good night becomes part of the past, I'll take what I get, let the moment unfold, Before that blue morning turns everything cold. [Final Build – piano opens up, percussion rises] Don't watch the clock, Don't check the time, One more tune, One more line. Don't watch the clock, Let the night run free, If the world's moving on, Let it wait for me. [Final section – full breakbeat, rolling bass, vocal chops] Out of time, but we're still outside, Out of plans, with the world gone wide, Out of words, let the beat decide, One last tune till the morning arrives. Out of time, but we're still alright, Same old crew in a different light, If it all disappears by the morning light, At least we were here for a piece of the night. [Outro – drums cut, piano and chopped vocal fade] [Male – quiet] Half past two... Nah. It's morning.
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