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(hummmm) Yeah
Keep it right there
Midnight riding through the southern breeze Slow motion static in the willow
trees No rush, we keeping the velocity
Just precision in the way we speak Cold glass,
watching how the shadows bend We set the tempo then we start
again
Let the rhythm take the whole space
We don't ever run a fast race
Smooth texture,
keep it in the lines Golden hours
in the nighttime
Clean cuts, keeping everything aligned No pressure,
working on a grand design Paper thin boundaries we cross tonight Underneath
the artificial canopy light They want the drama,
we just want the groove Every single placement is a calculated move
Let the
rhythm take the whole space We don't ever run a fast race
Smooth texture, keep it in the lines Golden hours
in the nighttime
(hummmm) Just let it breathe (ahhhh)