[Intro] (Tight syncopated guitar scratch) (Deep, warm bass slides in) (Brass stabs: Ba-da-da-bam!) (Sound of a lighter flicking and a deep exhale) "Yo, Germany... you receiving me? The connection is green, mon. Let's drift." [Verse 1] The sun is setting low behind the industrial glass We’re watching clouds of silver as the hours pass The grinder’s humming low, a rhythmic little tune The sticky green aroma fills the entire room Eyes getting heavy but the spirit’s feeling light We’re prepping for the journey through the velvet night. [Pre-Chorus 1] The bass is bubbling like a fountain in the soul (Vintage keys fill) Losing every bit of that frantic self-control Higher than the ceiling, steady as a rock. [Chorus 1] The Loft is a quiet place Flying to the Moon up and space Yeah, we’re leaving every trace In this quiet, hazy space. [Verse 2] The pizza man is coming, but we’re already there Floating on a funk-line, floating on a prayer Syncopated chords dancing on the white-washed wall Nobody is worried, nobody’s gonna fall Just a circle of brothers in a golden ring Waiting for the brass to make the spirit sing. [Pre-Chorus 2] The bass is bubbling like a fountain in the soul (Brass accents) Losing every bit of that frantic self-control Higher than the ceiling, steady as a rock. [Chorus 2] The Loft is a quiet place Flying to the Moon up and space Yeah, we’re leaving every trace In this quiet, hazy space. [Verse 3] My shadow’s doing reggae on the hardwood floor While the universe is knocking at the balcony door Pass it to the left, keep the energy in flow Everything is vibrant in the afterglow The snare is hitting sharp, cutting through the smoke Life is just a groove, and stress is just a joke. [Pre-Chorus 3] The bass is bubbling like a fountain in the soul (Organ swell) Losing every bit of that frantic self-control Higher than the ceiling, steady as a rock. [Chorus 3] The Loft is a quiet place Flying to the Moon up and space Yeah, we’re leaving every trace In this quiet, hazy space. [Bridge 1] (Half-time breakdown) Slow it down... let the brass breathe... (Solos: Vintage Keys & Funky Guitar) Can you feel the orbit? Can you feel the weightless vibe? One love, one loft, one tribe. [Verse 4] The webcam’s glowing blue from across the sea Kingston to Berlin, in perfect harmony Homeoffice hustle turned to spiritual flight Digital vibrations in the middle of the night We’re pixels in the ether, we’re giants in the haze. [Pre-Chorus 4] The bass is bubbling like a fountain in the soul Losing every bit of that frantic self-control Higher than the ceiling, steady as a rock. [Chorus 4] The Loft is a quiet place Flying to the Moon up and space Yeah, we’re leaving every trace In this quiet, hazy space. [Hook] (Infectious percussion solo) Flying high, quiet place... Moon walkin' in the space... (Layered harmonies) High... so high... the Loft is the sky. [Verse 5] The clock is ticking backwards, or maybe not at all We’re painting neon dreams upon the empty hall Final light is flickering, the herb is burning slow Nowhere else to be and nowhere else to go Just the funk and the friendship and the lunar view. [Pre-Chorus 5] The bass is bubbling like a fountain in the soul Losing every bit of that frantic self-control Higher than the ceiling, steady as a rock. [Chorus 5] The Loft is a quiet place Flying to the Moon up and space Yeah, we’re leaving every trace In this quiet, hazy space. [Bridge 2] (Upbeat Brass crescendo) Lift off! (Space!) Gravity is gone! (Moon!) Keep that groove swinging until the break of dawn! [Outro] (Music fades to a minimal bass and percussion loop) (Webcam Audio Sound: Slight crackle) Jamaican Guy: "Yo, my brother... you still there in Germany? You look like you reached the craters, mon. The signal is fading, but the vibe is eternal." German Guy: "Digga... ich bin komplett auf dem Mond. The Loft... it’s beautiful up here." Jamaican Guy: "Respect. Stay up there, mon. Stay up. Over and out." (Final sharp snare hit) [End]
