What makes your heart beat when the city lights fade?
Is it the echo of footsteps on the rain-washed parade?
A whisper of vinyl, a cracked lullaby,
The taste of a name that you never could buy?
I chase every shadow your pulse leaves behind,
A drum in the dark only I seem to find.
So tell me the secret you guard in your chest—
I’ll keep it in tempo, I’ll bleed with the rest.