Cigares and scars

[Verse 1] Rain falls heavy on rusted glass, I walk the alleys where whispers pass. Tailored shadows, steps precise, A ghost in the wires, cold as ice. They say I’m cut from an older tale, Of backroom oaths and bourbon trails. A time when silence meant more than gold, And eyes told stories never told. [Chorus] Chicago dreams, in code and scars, Jazz in the wires, smoke in the bars. I’m the one they call when the line is thin, Where chrome meets cigars, that’s where I begin. One shot, one name, I disappear, Into the hum of lights where nothing’s clear. [Verse 2] She hides inside a speakeasy shell, A glitch in a dress, playing femme fatale. She smiles like jazz, slow and sly, But I read the cracks in her coded lie. Each move rehearsed, each phrase refined, But I’ve danced in data, traced the signs. This act’s been staged a thousand nights, Curtains drawn before the final strike. [Chorus] Chicago dreams, in code and scars, Jazz in the wires, smoke in the bars. I’m the one they call when the line is thin, Where chrome meets cigars, that’s where I begin. One shot, one name, I disappear, Into the hum of lights where nothing’s clear. [Bridge - musical] [Outro] The job is done, her signal’s gone, A hush in the static, a fading song. Chicago drifts in glitch and grime, And I’m just the echo… slipping through time. ------------------------------------------- Original lyrics by Phyx © Copyright 2025 - @Phyx -------------------------------------------