Walking On Magazine
Southbound Frequency
Windows breathe a different tune
Violet glow and a sliver Moon
Words collide with the heat and steam
Every light becomes a dream
Heartbeat static, pulse in time
Lost in color, lost in rhyme
Walking on Magazine in the dead of night
The night feels like a movie scene
Walking on Magazine, sound in my skin
Every step I take, I fall back in
Jazz from a doorway, humming slow
Silver notes where the streetlights glow
Hands in pockets, thoughts in flight
The city sings my name tonight
Heartbeat static, pulse in time
Lost in color, lost in rhyme
Walking on Magazine in the dead of night
The night feels like a movie scene
Walking on Magazine, sound in my skin
Every step I take, I fall back in
Heartbeat static, pulse in time
Lost in color, lost in rhyme
Every echo, every sigh
Feels like passing time
Walking on Magazine in the dead of night
The night feels like a movie scene
Walking on Magazine, sound in my skin
Every step I take, I fall back in
Walking on Magazine in the dead of night
Caught between the seen and the dream
Fading brass, a whispered line
Leave the world, I'm feeling fine