[Intro] [A fast, shuffling drum break drops immediately at 115 bpm] [A warm, driving upright bassline locks into the groove] [Male Vocal - cool, rhythmic, effortless swagger] Pacing down the concrete stairs Catching the rhythm of the transit air [Verse 1] [Male Vocal - riding the pocket of the upright bass] I swipe the card, I clear the gate A fraction of a second late The doors are closing, sliding shut A clean and heavy metal cut I stand upon the platform floor Looking through the closing door And there you are, holding the rail A silent ship about to sail We lock the gaze across the glass Watching the momentum pass A rush of sudden racing heat A phantom rhythm in the beat You do not turn or look away You hold the stare and seize the day The engine hums, the cabin shakes I feel the quiet bond it makes [Chorus] [The beat expands with soaring cinematic strings and warm Rhodes piano] [Female Vocal - soulful, soaring, and expansive] Just a fraction of a moment slipping by A sudden spark under a subterranean sky The engine pulls you out into the dark Leaving nothing but a solitary mark The turnstile spins You fade into the gray The turnstile spins And washes chance away [Verse 2] [Beat strips back to just the drum break and a funky guitar scratch] [Male Vocal - fast, conversational, confident] The carriage moves, the speed expands I watch the shifting of your hands A phantom slip, a quiet sign A momentary, brief design I never spoke a single word The loudest thing I never heard The tunnel swallows up the car A rapidly departing star I memorize the jacket coat The silent syllable you wrote We lived an entire life right there Breathing in the station air Now I am standing on the edge A traveler upon the ledge Waiting for the next to come Listening to the distant hum [Bridge] [Music drops to just the upright bass and warm Rhodes piano chords] [Male and Female trade lines fluidly] [Male] A ghost across the sliding track [Female] You are never coming back [Male] A split second of the grace [Female] A vanishing and sudden face [Both] The schedule dictates where we go The hardest lesson that we know [Chorus] [The beat slams back in, full organic acid-jazz instrumentation] [Female Vocal - belting with smooth, soulful energy] Just a fraction of a moment slipping by A sudden spark under a subterranean sky The engine pulls you out into the dark Leaving nothing but a solitary mark The turnstile spins You fade into the gray The turnstile spins And washes chance away [Outro] [Instruments fade one by one until only the upright bass remains] [Male Vocal - muttered, cool, close to the mic] Missed the connection. Catch the next one. [Silence]
