Galata Nerve

Step in the cold,

we don't look back Tracing the path on a dusty track Looping

the string while the rhythm runs deep Promises made that we intend

to keep No room for talk when the night gets loud Rising

above the collective crowd

This is the rhythm we bring to the street Turkish strings with

a heavy beat

(yeah) No hesitation, we double the pace Leaving a mark in the

darkest space

Keeping it low, they don't see the design Every move planned,

we are crossing the line Shadows of sound where the heritage meets

Modern day pressure on concrete streets

(hah) Watch how we move,

watch how we slide Nothing to lose,

nothing to hide

This is the rhythm we bring to the street Turkish strings with

a heavy beat (yeah)

No hesitation, we double the pace Leaving a mark in the darkest

space (hmmm)