歌词
Verse 1:
Yo, this massive city? It’s buzzing, like bees in a box, bold and loud.
And you? You've flown the coop, dude. Disappeared like socks in a dryer.
Kicking back in the corners while I’m stirring the pot,
Bulldozing through this zoo—
While you, you’re just floating, slick as an ice cube on a summer sidewalk in the night’s whispers.
Chorus:
Here I am, just a night owl, eyes blinking like broken traffic lights, dreams tangled like old fishing lines.
I’m slicing through these paper streets, heart thumping like a broken drum, never resting.
Gobbling up the darkness, yeah, I’m trying to punch the sky,
But your heart, it’s like a clean plate in a dusty cupboard—not like my crumpled napkin alleys.
Verse 2:
Every street’s leaking stories, right? Shadows playing chess with the light.
Me? I’m wandering blindfolded, you—chasing shadows on a cloudy night.
Straining to peer through the fog of neon, under the night’s sleepy eyes,
Ruler of the shadows, but hey, could I camp in your sunlit morning field?
Chorus:
Here I am, just a night owl, eyes blinking like broken traffic lights, dreams tangled like old fishing lines.
I’m slicing through these paper streets, heart thumping like a broken drum, never resting.
Gobbling up the darkness, yeah, I’m trying to punch the sky,
But your heart, it’s like a clean plate in a dusty cupboard—not like my crumpled napkin alleys.
Verse 3:
Just me, a stray dog, paddling upstream,
While you, you glow, clean and high, like a kite stuck in a tree.
In my land of shadows, I’m waiting for the coffee to brew,
Stuck in a handshake with destiny—think you could hopscotch this shadowed road with me?
Bridge:
Your quiet pond and my loud blender,
Smashing together—could we bake a cake together?
In this circus of lights, I’m searching for my lost shoe,
Could you jump into my puddle, tune into my static channel?
Chorus:
Here I am, just a night owl, eyes blinking like broken traffic lights, dreams tangled like old fishing lines.
I’m slicing through these paper streets, heart thumping like a broken drum, never resting.
Gobbling up the darkness, yeah, I’m trying to punch the sky,
But your heart, it’s like a clean plate in a dusty cupboard—not like my crumpled napkin alleys.
Outro:
King of the night, wandering, hunting for a painted sunset,
Out here in the endless maze, chasing echoes of a lost song.
At the crossroads, where dreams spill over into muddy waters,
In your orchestra of whispers, is there a seat for me?
