Scythe & Kosha
Scythe Scythe
Kosha Kosha
Kosha Kosha
Did you notice how the light turns the streets into a quiet gray at dusk? It's almost like the city is breathing.
Scythe Scythe
It’s a good thing the light dims; silence makes the city easier to read.
Kosha Kosha
Yeah, when the neon fades the noise just slides off the surface and you can actually see the pattern of the traffic, the rhythm of footsteps. It feels like the city’s holding its breath.
Scythe Scythe
I see the rhythm. It's the city’s pulse, ready for the next move.
Kosha Kosha
I’m listening for that same rhythm in the hush after the lights go out—like the city’s breathing in sync with a quiet cat’s purr.