Night Pulse

Late night pulse in the
Berlin room
The bass is a flower, the kick is a bloom
The hi-hats are whispers of things
I forget
The groove is a promise, the groove is a threat
Deep house, deep breath
Dancing alone with the shadow of death
Deep house, deep lie
I'm learning to fall, I'm learning to fly
The vinyl is cracking, the room is a haze
The jazz chords are cutting through minimalist days
My reflection is swaying in time with the beat
I'm losing my body and finding my feet
Deep house, deep breath
Dancing alone with the shadow of death
Deep house, deep life
I'm learning to fall
I'm learning to fly
The night is a tunnel, the morning is far
I'm chasing the loose of a broken guitar
Late night boss
Late night boss
Thank you bum