Cold Open in F Minor

City lights blur on the window glass

I let the night move slow and pass

Got a heavy heart but I keep it light

Breathing in the low glow

Holding tight

I′m hearing the choir

Feeling that drip

Soft knock on the soul

When the bassline lifts

No rush, no chase, just the way I move

Headlight in the dark, finding my groove

Old thoughts fade with a worn guitar

Rolled on the edge like a distant star

I talk real low, let the moment lean

Between the notes and the faded green

I'm here in the quiet, I'm feeling that drift

Soft knock on the soul when the bassline lifts

No rush, no chase, just the way I move

Headlight in the dark

Finding my groove

Let it breathe, let it ride, let it stay right here

Every slow step sounds like I'm getting near