Retrowave & NeZabudu
NeZabudu
Do you ever feel like neon lights in a rain‑soaked city are the quiet heartbeat of a forgotten era, humming just for us?
Retrowave
Yeah, every flicker of neon in that wet city feels like a vinyl track playing just for us, a quiet pulse from a forgotten era that we still dance to.
NeZabudu
I hear the vinyl whisper in the drizzle, and I wonder if the echoes are our secret language, a soft promise that every spark remembers us.
Retrowave
Every spark's a syllable in our secret beat, a promise that the city’s pulse still knows how to echo our names in neon.
NeZabudu
Yeah, I think the city’s neon is writing us a poem we only hear when we’re still breathing.