The walk along this New York street
Makes my eyelids heavy
Below the pavement, a club bar beat
Subtle, steep, and steady
A glance along, some ivory glisten
A newspaper tumbles by
I lose my focus and try to listen
But a light absorbs my eye
"OPEN" neon rainbow sign
A flickering green "N"
I stare, it reminds me of myself.
And my tormented brain.
And my inconsistent morals
In an attempt to breathe in time,
I feel the music fade
My head spins and I faint
The "N" flickers a wave goodbye
Don't cry. Don't dare. Don't cry.
The beat is there.
Somewhere.
Just have to think and hear
I grip my hand against my chest.
The air is cold on my neck.
A light disappears behind my closed eyes.
My sign no longer sings.
Buzz. Buzz.
Deep, steady bass line.
Fuzz. Fuzz.
Static filled brain of mine.
Sky turns to no signal and I gently stand.
The music is gone,
But I've moved on.
I've created my own gentle band.
Black and White shuddering sky.
Empty New York street.
I close my eyes and deny
My bass is what makes my heart beat.
