Sun on the Concrete (wersja 2)

Intro

Glass floor glowing, gold on the ceiling

Skin turning amber while the low end still healing

Verse 1

Last taxi circle, windows half shut

Sweat gone warm now but my pulse don't quit

Strobe light fades soft through a rip in the curtain

Someone's laughing so I laugh along again

Pre-Chorus

Feel it climbing from my ribs to my throat

Hold on the four before we gotta go

Hands up catching the amber that leaks

Nothing left inside but the static heat

Chorus

Sun on the concrete, gold through the haze

Feet still moving when the dark gives way

Nobody's leaving before the light lands bright

This is the hour when nothing feels right

Verse 2

Streetlamp flickers soft where the bassline still lives

Someone's playing it low like it's a private song we keep

Sirens in the distance turning into sunrise

We're the last ones dancing to a dying blue light

Pre-Chorus

Feel it climbing from my ribs to my throat

Hold on the four before we gotta go

Hands up catching the amber that leaks

Nothing left inside but the static heat

Chorus

Sun on the concrete, gold through the haze

Feet still moving when the dark gives way

Nobody's leaving before the light lands bright

This is the hour when nothing feels right

Bridge

No more shadows now, just the amber glow

Somebody's smiling who hasn't slept in weeks

We lost our jackets hours ago but nobody minds it

The morning's breaking soft over everything we're seeing

This is the hour when nothing feels right

Sun on the concrete, gold through the haze

Feet still moving when the dark gives way

Nobody's leaving before the light lands bright

Chorus

Sun on the concrete, gold through the haze

Feet still moving when the dark gives way

Nobody's leaving before the light lands bright

This is the hour when nothing feels right