Текст песни
[Куплет 1] Midnight oil under the halogen glare Sifting through the flour, patterns in the air While the city sleeps, i'm working with my hands Tracing out a map only the pavement understands No neon promise, just a quiet silver flame Every seasoned surface knows my secret name Weaving up a story out of water, salt, and heat Listening to the hum of the deserted street [Припев] This is my devotion, written in the steam A quiet constellation in a heavy-lidded dream Behind the beat, the rhythm of the slow and steady rise No stage, no spotlight, just the darkness in your eyes Holding onto something real [Куплет 2] Metal clinking softly, keeping time with the breeze Paper wraps the parcel with a gentle, steady squeeze People chasing shadows, looking for a spark I'm just casting embers through the corners of the dark Watch the smoke unravel like a ribbon in the wind Where the pavement ends is where the truth begins Every single texture has a story left to tell Ringing like a far-off, deeply buried bell [Припев] This is my devotion, written in the steam A quiet constellation in a heavy-lidded dream Behind the beat, the rhythm of the slow and steady rise No stage, no spotlight, just the darkness in your eyes Holding onto something real [Аутро] Just the quiet silver flame Just the pavement and the name Holding onto something real Yeah, holding onto what we feel [Instrumental outro]
