Tangerine Sunday (Neon Undertow)

[Intro] (Overdriven bassline, jagged telecaster feedback, flickering neon hum) Zero-six-hundred on the island grid The shadows fold where the night-shift hid [Verse 1] Walking down the corridor of Geylang rain Concrete reflections on a silver train Clockwork mannequins in dadaist coats Trading paper umbrellas for paper boats We wired the dreaming to a midnight rack Once the voltage hits, there is no turning back [Pre-Chorus] Hear the turbines spin in the humid air Static on the collar, static in your hair Count the amber lights on the expressway bend Every beginning is a loop at the end! [Chorus] We are midnight ghosts in the tropic rain! Dancing on the roof of a runaway train! Turn the dial up till the speakers glow Where the river meets the neon undertow! Hey! Hey! Cut the wires, let the current fly Underneath the tangerine Sunday sky! [Verse 2] Espresso in a paper cup, lukewarm and black Two thousand frames on a rendering track A mechanical sumo in a velvet suit Playing jazz on a broken bamboo flute Nothing makes sense when the dawn comes fast Raise a glass to the future, leave the rest in the past! [Bridge] (Synthesizer arpeggio breakdown, driving drum build) One for the sleepers on the platform edge Two for the dreamers on the window ledge Three for the sparks in the tropical haze Lost in the labyrinth of modern days! [Chorus] We are midnight ghosts in the tropic rain! Dancing on the roof of a runaway train! Turn the dial up till the speakers glow Where the river meets the neon undertow! Hey! Hey! Cut the wires, let the current fly Underneath the tangerine Sunday sky! [Outro] (Jagged guitar riff locked with synth pulse) Tangerine sky... Let the current fly... (Abrupt tape stop)