Analog Veins

[Pre-Chorus]
City lights hum in the static haze,
Veins pulse like a vinyl crackle,
Silent echoes in the analog maze.
Lone figure traces the midnight trace.

[Chorus - harmonies]
Warm glow of tape machines whisper low,
Echoes of a heartbeat in the glow,
Analog veins hum through the slow,
Digital voids can't touch this flow.