[Call: Male Vocals – warm but obsessive and drawn] Every bump you make’s a masterpiece Every grind you run pulls me to my knees Lasers die and miners freeze While you’re the storm, I’m the breeze [Response: Female Vocals – smoky and sly] You like the way I bend their hulls You like the way their ore just dulls But tell me, officer, when you stare Is it the badge you wear… or the queen you serve? [Call: Male Vocals – more drawn in] You walk through local like it’s your parade Every threat you make’s a serenade I’d write you permits on my own time If it meant one smile was mine [Response: Female Vocals – playful with sharp edge] A smile’s easy, love, but cheap Loyal men dig their graves deep Would you trade your hole in j-space For a seat at my highsec table? [Call: Male Vocals – almost pleading] I’d trade my ship, my wormhole too If it meant I could patrol with you I’d bump in sync, I’d burn their grind If you’d just give me a sign [Response: Female Vocals – insidious and warning] Careful what you wish to lose I’m not a woman you can choose One day I’ll call, you’ll cross that line And I’ll own more than your mind [Call: Male Vocals – haiku, soft and yearning] Bumped into your world Chasing sparks in frozen belts I’ll follow your wake [Response: Female Vocals – haiku, cold and teasing. last word “wrecks” echoed in reverb as bass fades] Hearts are like miners Both drift when I push too hard But I love the wrecks
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