Lost in the current 2（バージョン2）

Verse

Shoe on one foot, I'm taking my time

Your hand in mine, we're floating in line

Clock tower chimes twice as I spin

Every window frame is a different skin

Bassline humming like a low-rider hum

We chase the sunset before it's gone

Sweat on your cheekbone and a half-smile wide

The whole block is watching us glide

Pre-Chorus

So tell me, do you feel it start to creep?

Do you hear what I'm hearing, deep down where we sleep?

Can you find the pulse of this one endless street?

Is this what they mean when they say 'the night never sleeps'?

Chorus

We're chasing the current where the city lights bend

Lost in the current, we don't know when

Every wave pulls us deeper into the spin

We're running with shadows and letting go of the past

Where the streetlamp's siren calls us in at last

Verse 2

Rooftop view and your fingers weave through mine

A thousand fireflies lighting up our line

Barefoot, we dance on the wet concrete floor

Your eyes find mine and I'm floating some more

Sirens blaring low like a low-rider hum

Every window frame is now turning to us, one by one

Clock tower chimes once more as the sky turns gold

We're chasing something only we can hold

Pre-Chorus

So tell me, do you feel it start to creep?

Do you hear what I'm hearing, deep down where we sleep?

Can you find the pulse of this one endless street?

Is this what they mean when they say 'the night never sleeps'?

Chorus

We're chasing the current where the city lights bend

Lost in the current, we don't know when

Every wave pulls us deeper into the spin

We're running with shadows and letting go of the past

Where the streetlamp's siren calls us in at last

Bridge

Not just a sunset, not just another hour

This is how it feels to be alive now

No clock tower, no four walls or floor

Just the current pulling, we can't ignore

Chorus

We're chasing the current where the city lights bend

Lost in the current, we don't know when

Every wave pulls us deeper into the spin

We're running with shadows and letting go of the past

Where the streetlamp's siren calls us in at last