

Yeah, yeah (hmmm)
Step in the cold,
we don't look back Shadows fall deep on a dusty track Baglama
rings, keep the rhythm on lock Gliding the bass while we rule
the block (skrrt)
Under the moon, the strings align Turkish drill,
we draw the line Hypnotic glide,
we keep it cold Stories in the rhythm untold (yeah,
yeah)
One string plays for the whole night long
Moving in silence, we build it strong
No extra noise, just the glide and the hit Spitting these bars
till the puzzle pieces fit (ha-ha)
Under the moon, the strings align
Turkish drill, we draw the line Hypnotic glide,
we keep it cold Stories in the rhythm untold (yeah,
yeah)
Yeah. Cold nights. (shhh)