Driftveil & Baraban
Driftveil Driftveil
Baraban Baraban
Driftveil Driftveil
Do you ever wonder if the hum of the streets is a kind of drum you can feel inside, even when you’re not playing?
Baraban Baraban
Yeah, every corner’s got its own beat, you feel it in your chest when the traffic rolls by or a kid drops a beat on a trash can. It’s like the city’s heart thumping under your shoes, and when you’re out there, you just ride that pulse, no sticks needed.
Driftveil Driftveil
I’m glad you hear it, too. It’s quiet how the city whispers its rhythm, almost like a pulse that only those who pause long enough can notice.
Baraban Baraban
Yeah, it's the city breathing, and when you pause, you hear every block thumpin’ its own quiet beat.
Driftveil Driftveil
I feel that too—when you stop, the city exhales and you can hear its own quiet breath.