Letras
Concrete breeze, a low gray sigh
Steel tendons hung, buried deep below the sky
Filter light through grimy crates
Echoes bounce off silent states
Navigating lines I cannot see
Bound by subterranean decree
Every step a rhythmic drag
Underneath the digital flag
Oh, the underpass, a resonant space
Where the city's pulse finds a different echo
Caught between the stone and wire
Fueling this low frequency fire
The cadence calls, a constant beat
Beneath the city's soaring feet
Air is thick with exhaust and dust
Building rusts with weary lust
Signage fades, directions blur
A human signal interference stir
Faces etched with the grind of miles
Trapped within these concrete aisles
Seeking cracks, a vertical break
For the canopy, our bodies ache
Is there a signal pure and true
Or just a rumble, a sifor
A way to wait, to rest
Or just the dirt reflecting in our eyes
Oh-oh-oh-ooh, the underpass, a resonant space
Where the city's pulse finds a different echo
Caught between the stone and wire
Fueling this low frequency fire
The cadence calls, a constant beat
Beneath the city's soaring feet