The symphony fades and the lights go down
One-fifteen beats I'm the ghost in the town
Deep in the pocket moving perfectly slow
This is the only kind of sorrow I know
The Pluck Bass talking sharp like a knife
Cutting right through the empty parts of my life
Syncopated rhythm hiding all of the pain
Dancing alone in the middle of the rain
I try to forget the words that you said
But the heavy frequency is trapped in my head
Feel the tension keep it low
Watch the rhythm start to grow
Bassline jumping off the grid
Doing things we usually hid
Are you ready to break
Let it ride