Flute Streets

(groove, yeah)

I hear the streets hum beneath the cold gray sky Where ancient

winds meet the concrete high

They told me tales of a silver-toned song Kept it locked in

a chamber for way too long

Let the flute breathe over the heavy beat (ahhhh)

Let it cool down the summer heat (yeah)

Spin the wheel, make the record play

We weave the silver breath into the clay

Echoes of timber inside a modern cage Bringing old-world beauty to a

brand new stage It's the breath of life in a hard-edged town

We take the ancient sound and we lay it down

Yeah,

silver breath on the concrete street

(just let it ride,

let it ride)