Paperboy & Gerber
Paperboy Paperboy
Gerber Gerber
Gerber Gerber
You ever hear the city pause for a breath and a lone sparrow sings in the alley at 3 a.m.?
Paperboy Paperboy
Yeah, I’ve seen that. It’s the city holding its breath, and that little sparrow decides to be the soundtrack for the night. It’s moments like that that make the streets feel alive.
Gerber Gerber
A quiet nod to that sparrow, just letting the city hum in the background. I watch it, I wait, and sometimes that’s all you need to feel the night breathe.
Paperboy Paperboy
That’s the sweet spot of the night, isn’t it? You sit, the city hums, and that sparrow just keeps singing. It’s a quiet reminder that even when the world is still, life is humming underneath.
Gerber Gerber
I sit, let the city’s low hum fill the air, and listen to that sparrow’s song—just another beat in the night’s quiet pulse.
Paperboy Paperboy
That’s the kind of beat that makes the whole block feel a little warmer, even when everyone else’s heads are still in the dark. It’s a tiny, living soundtrack that keeps the night from feeling empty.