

(hummmm) Late
night, early light Cool brass on a warm avenue
Weaving through the grid of the avenue Syncopated steps in the dark
Chasing down a brilliant spark
The rhythm takes the room
We dissolve into the bloom
Find the swing in the machine!
Live inside the space between!
Find the swing in the machine!
Lose control and let it breathe!
No digital hum,
just the pulse of the wood
In the silence
we are understood
Let it rise
Feel it rise!
Find the swing in the machine!
Live inside the space between!
Find the swing in the machine!
(ahhhh) Let it breathe!
Lost in the swing... (hummmm)