Peter Axon — Smoke & Strings

Breathe it in.
Let the night take over.
Breathe it in.
Let the night take over.
Streetlights flickering through the haze,
Lost in the rhythm of these midnight days.
Got a glass of bourbon, got a heavy mind,
Leaving all the noise of the city behind.
Hear that silver heart crying in the street, yeah,
It's melting down into the beat.
Take it down low, let the tempo drop.
When the groove is this deep, you'll never want to stop.
We don't need warmth, we just need the sound.
Vibrations pulling us into the ground.
Let the bass line roll, let the shadows move.
Caught in the middle of a lazy groove.
Blow the saxophone, let the brass ignite.
We're painting our secrets in the dead of night.
It's just a smoky room, chasing away the gloom.
Time is standing still, moving in slow motion.
Diving deep into this dark, heavy ocean.
Every breath you take is synchronized.
No need to look, just close your eyes.
The brass is warm, but the night is cold.
Stories in the rhythm, waiting to be told.
Take it down low, let the tempo drop.
When the groove is this deep, you'll never want to stop.
We don't need warmth, we just need the sound.
Vibrations pulling us into the ground.
Wait.
Listen to the strings.
Tearing through the dark, leaving a mark.
Let it cry before we fly.
Bring the bass back, bring the back, bring the back,
Bring the back, bring the back, bring the back,
Bring the bed out.
Just a lazy groove.
Bring the bass back.
Bring it back.
Just a lazy groove.
Just a lazy groove.
Just a lazy groove.
Just a lazy groove.
Breathe it in.
Let the night take over.
Streetlights flickering through the haze,
Lost in the rhythm of these midnight days.
Streetlights flickering through the haze,
Lost in the rhythm of these midnight days.
Got a glass of bourbon, got a heavy mind,
Leaving all the noise of the city behind.
Hear that silver heart crying in the street, yeah,
It's melting down into the beat.
Take it down low, let the tempo drop.
When the groove is this deep, you'll never want to stop.
We don't need words, we just need the sound.
Vibrations pulling us into the ground.
Let the bass line roll, let the shadows move.
Caught in the middle of a lazy groove.
Blow the saxophone, let the brass ignite.
We're painting our secrets in the dead of night, yeah.
Just a smoky room, chasing away the gloom.
Streetlights flickering through the haze,
Lost in the rhythm of these midnight days.
Got a glass of bourbon, got a heavy mind,
Leaving all the noise of the city behind.
Hear that silver heart crying in the street, yeah,
It's melting down into the beat.
Take it down low, let the tempo drop.
When the groove is this deep, you'll never want to stop.
We don't need words, we just need the sound.
Vibrations pulling us into the ground.
Let the bass line roll, let the shadows move.
Caught in the middle of a lazy groove.
Blow the saxophone, let the brass ignite.
We're painting our secrets in the dead of night, yeah.
Just a smoky room, chasing away the gloom.
Streetlights flickering through the haze,
Lost in the rhythm of these midnight days.
Streetlights flickering through the haze,
Lost in the rhythm of these midnight days.
Street.
Lights flickering through the haze,
Lost in the rhythm of these midnight days.
Got a glass of bourbon, got a heavy mind,
Leaving all the noise of the city behind.
Hear that silver heart.