Urban Solace
Lyrics
The tires hum a low frequency against the chilled asphaltTracing the silver veins of a city that never exhalesI am guided by the glass towers and the ghost of a faultWatching the dashboard glow as the daylight palesThe leather breathes beneath me in this polished shellA sanctuary moving through the velvet crush of the darkThere is a story here that the shadows refuse to tellBetween the...
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