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[Intro]
(Soft tabla rhythm fades in)
(Melodic flute flutter)
(Distant saxophone echo)

[Strofa 1]
Blue light leaking through the Venetian blinds
Tracing patterns on a state of mind
The clock is ticking but the gears are slow
Watching shadows where the city lights glow.
I’m a ghost in my own living room
Breathing in the midnight’s velvet perfume
Questions heavy like the humid air
Searching for an answer that was never there.

[Ritornello]
In the hollow of the night, we drift away
Between the neon pulse and the break of day
Let the flute breathe life into the hollow space
Silver sax lines tracing every trace.
Just a quiet vibration, a low-fi heartbeat
Where the soul and the silence finally meet.

[Strofa 2]
The tabla taps like rain on a window pane
Steady rhythm washing out the stain
Of the words I should’ve said but kept inside
Now there’s nowhere left for the truth to hide.
Lo-fi layers, crackle on the track
The world is spinning, but we’re looking back
At the fragments of a dream that lost its light
Just a lonely traveler in the middle of the night.

[Sassofono Solo]
(Smoky, improvisational saxophone melody over a steady jazz-hop beat)

[Bridge]
Soft tones, gold bones, sitting on a throne of dust
Learning who to love and learning who to trust.
The flute spirals up like smoke from a cigarette
A sweet melody to help me forget or regret.
It’s the cadence of the stillness, the music of the bone
The beauty of being entirely alone.

[Ritornello]
In the hollow of the night, we drift away
Between the neon pulse and the break of day
Let the flute breathe life into the hollow space
Silver sax lines tracing every trace.
Just a quiet vibration, a low-fi heartbeat
Where the soul and the silence finally meet.

[Outro]
(Tabla slows down)
(Flute plays a final, departing note)
Check the pulse...
Middle of the night...
Just let it breathe.
(Fades out with the sound of a vinyl crackle)