[Verse 1] The streetlights flicker a sad, endless code On pavement cracks where the secrets are stowed A single, heavy pulse begins in the concrete A rhythm for the tired and the incomplete The city groans a low, dissonant note That settles in my bones and in my throat [Chorus] My own heart answers, a frantic, anxious rhythm A desperate prayer, a schizophrenic system Against the stone, a moth against the flame This concrete symphony plays on, whispering my name A frantic rhythm against the stone I'm not the only one who feels alone [Verse 2] The buildings begin to sway, their edges blur Like a watercolor painting in a summer shower The sky dissolves, a canvas ripped and stained And all the solid ground I knew has changed I see the wires breathe beneath my feet A symphony of rust and bitter-sweet [Bridge] A color that has no name bleeds into the sky And the world dissolves into a shimmering, grey hum I am no longer falling, no longer asking why I am becoming one, and I've finally succumb To the crushing quiet... [Outro] ...Floating in the crushing quiet Just listening to the slow, heavy pulse The slow, heavy pulse The pulse... ...fade...
