Ripple in the Rush

[Verse - spoken word]
Feet on the concrete, breath in the dust,
Crisp air cuts through the neon rush.
Streetlights flicker like a broken map,
Tracing the pulse of the city's clap.
Echoes in the alley, shadows dance,
Dancing with the rhythm of the wave's chance.

[Chorus]
Ripple in the rush, we ride the tide,
Fingers brush the edge of the unknown side.
Colors blur in the static glow,
A fleeting touch, then we let it go.