[Intro] [Tight drum fill] [Slap bass solo with rhythmic sax accents] [Verse 1] I wiped the grit off the old brass keys Checking my pulse in the gaps between the static Been a minute since I felt the breeze Of a melody that wasn't programmatic The air in here felt thin and hollow Like a room where the windows don't open no more But I found a thread I’m gonna follow Right across this hardwood floor [Chorus] [Explosive energy] Let the pocket hit, let the rhythm take the weight I’m trading the glare for something I can create It’s the friction of the skin, the snap of the snare I’m breathing again in the light air (Feeling it now) (Yeah, I'm breathing again) [Verse 2] The world outside is a frozen frame Everyone staring at nothing in their palms But I’m stoking up a different kind of flame Breaking the silence of these artificial calms My fingertips are starting to itch For the heavy vibration of a low E-string I’m flipping every single internal switch Just to hear how the real wood can sing [Bridge] [Tempo shift - Jazz breakdown] No more ghosts in the machinery (No more ghosts) Just the sweat and the scenery (Just the sweat) The beat is the bridge to the person I was Before I forgot what the spirit does [Saxophone Solo] [High energy, improvisational, fluttering notes] [Chorus] Let the pocket hit, let the rhythm take the weight I’m trading the glare for something I can create It’s the friction of the skin, the snap of the snare I’m breathing again in the light air [Outro] [Vocal ad-libs] (Found the spark) (Turning it up) (Real wood, real wire) [Bass and drums fade out on a syncopated groove] [Final sax trill] [End]
