[Verse 1] Streetlights blink in borrowed language, Every colour fades to grey. Someone painted over yesterday, But the cracks still find their way. Every rooftop keeps a secret, Every window learns your face. We’re all drifting through the current, Leaving almost no trace. ⸻ [Chorus] We’re… Sleepwalking circles… Round the satellite glow. No destination… Just somewhere We already know. ⸻ [Verse 2] Lift shafts singing underground, Traffic breathing through the walls. Tiny sparks inside the silence, Waiting for the night to fall. Paper cups and broken headphones, Maps that never show the sea. Every shortcut bends forever Back to where we used to be. ⸻ [Instrumental] [The rhythm section locks into a repetitive groove.] [One guitar repeats a chiming four-note motif.] [The second guitar gradually detunes against it, creating shimmering harmonic tension.] [Feedback blooms naturally.] [The bass refuses to change.\ [The groove becomes almost trance-like before collapsing into near silence.] ⸻ [Final Chorus] Still… Sleepwalking circles… Round invisible suns. Nothing is ending… Nothing… Has begun. ⸻ [Outro] [The drums stop.] [Only bass remains.] [Two alternate-tuned guitars ring against each other as tape hiss slowly overtakes the mix.] [A final harmonic hangs for several seconds before cutting abruptly.]
