Текст песни
Rain on glass.
Grey sky breathing.
Saturday morning, London in grey,
Coffee and headlines, markets to play.
Taxi lights blur on a wet parade,
Gold in my pocket, steel in my gaze.
Deadlines waiting, towers of glass,
Phones keep ringing, minutes that pass.
Lipstick armor, tailored control,
City reflected inside my soul.
Saturday morning, somewhere cold,
Cardboard kingdom, stories untold.
Steam from the subway warms my hands,
Coins like echoes in empty cans.
Used to have pictures framed on a wall,
Used to have laughter down the hall.
Now I count breaths instead of days,
Watch the world through a paper haze.
Two different streets, same rising sun,
Miles apart but somehow one.
In another life, in another light,
Would we stand on the same side of the night?
Two beating hearts in a different view,
The world looks away, but I see you.
Crossing the river, heels on stone,
Crowds like waves but I'm alone.
Glass doors open, mirrored sky,
A thousand faces passing by.
Traffic lights change, I start to move,
Reading the rhythm the pavements prove.
Shadows stretch on the morning street,
Hunger and hope in the same heartbeat.
Footsteps meeting, time slows down,
Silence louder than the town.
In another life, in another light,
Would we stand on the same side of the night?
Two beating hearts in a different view,
The world looks away, but I see you.
Her reflection in my tired eyes,
His reflection in my polished lies.
No words spoken, no hands tied,
Just a second where worlds collide.
In another life, in another light,
Would we stand on the same side of the night?
Two beating hearts in a different view,
The world looks away, but I see you.
Strings rising, drums unfolding,
City breathing, stories holding.