Helping Hands

de Lumen Verbi

Midnight whispers through the neon haze
Smoky saxophone hums in a velvet daze
Piano keys weep on a broken street
808s thump where the shadows meet

Vinyl crackles like a dying flame
Echoes of a past I can’t rename
Reflections blur in the liquor glass
Every step forward feels like the last

Midnight echoes in blue
A symphony of the lost and the few
Bassline drags through the empty air
No one left, but I don’t care

Atmospheric synths bleed into the dark
Boom bap drums leave their mark
Gritty truths in a slow-mo reel
Cinematic pain that feels too real

Midnight echoes in blue
A symphony of the lost and the few
Bassline drags through the empty air
No one left, but I don’t care

Midnight echoes in blue
A symphony of the lost and the few
Bassline drags through the empty air
No one left, but I don’t care

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