Brassfire Riff

We walk the line between the shift...

Under the quiet gold

of a city street

We trace the syncopated rhythm of our feet

But underneath the concrete,

a fire starts to bloom

Break the pattern, let the distortion rise (ahhh)

We trace the shapes under shifting skies

We carve our names into

the heavy stone

No longer walking in the

dark alone

A sudden shift, a sweet melodic phrase

To lead us out of the maze

Let the quiet

wash away

(wash away)