Verse 1 Woke up in Greenvale, fog still clingin’ to the trees, Sheriff’s callin’ my number, says there’s trouble on the breeze. Got my black suit pressed, and my badge ridin’ high, But it’s my morning coffee that keeps my third eye. Verse 2 Zach, you hear that rhythm? It’s the rain tap-dancin’ on the hood, Every note’s a little omen, Every drop says, “We’re onto somethin’ good.” The case is a mystery, but the swing’s understood. Verse 3 Found her lyin’ in the moonlight, arms spread wide like a prayer, Red seeds on the pavement, perfume tangled in the air. The chalk lines hum a bassline, low and cold as the grave, And the killer’s hidin’ in the silence, playin’ cool, playin’ brave. Verse 4 Then the air turns thick, and the street starts to bend, Doorways melt into hallways with no start and no end. Shadow-faces grinnin’, mouths open too wide, Hands reachin’ outta nowhere for a free midnight ride. Chorus So we swing, swing, swing through the shadows tonight, We’ll follow red seeds where the streetlamps bite. Baby, truth’s just a riff that the liars can’t fake, We’ll improvise justice till the daylight breaks. Verse 5 Bullets hum like trumpet notes in a room without a door, Every step’s a drumbeat on a nightmare floor. But Zach, we keep the tempo, we don’t miss a beat, Even if the devil himself’s tappin’ both his feet. Bridge And if the killer’s watchin’ from the edge of the bar, I’ll raise my cup and toast, say, “You ain’t gonna get far.” We’re two cool cats in a murder-town jam, Scat “ba-da-bee-do-bop” till we catch that lamb. Final Chorus Yeah, we’ll swing, swing, swing through the whispers and rain, Every note’s a confession, every chord’s a chain. Zach, cue the band — the truth’s about to ignite, We’ll close this case by the morning light.
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