Bassline Chronicles

(coughing) Streets are damp under the yellow glow Walking through the mist with

my head down low Clocking every corner,

moving real slow No one speaks,

but we all know

Under

the weight, we just drift away (drift away)

Waiting on a break at the end of the day (hmmmm) Keep

it on the low,

nothing left to say

Another mile on the worn-out thread

Too many voices living in my head

We choose the path where the quiet tread Remembering the words that

they never said (uh-huh)

Under

the weight, we just drift away (drift away)

Waiting on a break at the end of the day (hmmmm) Keep

it on the low,

nothing left to say (yeah)

Keep it low... keep it low...