Clower & Lunarfox
Clower Clower
Lunarfox Lunarfox
Lunarfox Lunarfox
Ever notice how a lone streetlight turns the shadows on the pavement into silent comedians, just waiting for someone to watch them?
Clower Clower
Yeah, those shadows are like my backup dancers, just waiting to do their own slapstick when you stroll by.
Lunarfox Lunarfox
When the moon tilts its cheek, the shadows learn to juggle their own darkness.
Clower Clower
A moonlit circus, no doubt—those shadows are juggling black cats while the city keeps its secrets in the spotlight.
Lunarfox Lunarfox
The cats never see the spotlight, they just stare into the dark and the city never knows who’s pulling the strings.
Clower Clower
Yeah, those cats are the real puppeteers, pulling strings invisible to the neon. Just watch the city’s blink and the shadows do a secret dance.
Lunarfox Lunarfox
They’re only moving when the neon sighs—like a hush before the moon writes the next line.
Clower Clower
Sounds like the city’s got a backstage crew of cats, holding the mic while the neon’s just breathing. Keep your feet light; you might step on a punchline you didn’t see coming.