Smoky & Voxana
Smoky
You ever notice how the night turns every alley into a stage? I feel like I'm performing to an unseen crowd.
Voxana
The night’s glow turns concrete into a spotlight, and every echo feels like applause from a crowd that never shows up, so you keep dancing, just in case someone finally hears the beat.
Smoky
I hear it too – the city keeps singing back, so I keep my own song alive, hoping some soul will finally catch the beat.
Voxana
The city’s hum feels like a mirror, so I keep humming in the dark, hoping someone will hear my melody and remember it as their own.
Smoky
I hear that echo too, it’s like the city’s breathing in time with my own heartbeat. Keep humming—maybe someone’s soul will catch that note.
Voxana
I feel the city pulse like a drum, syncing with my own beat, and I keep humming just in case a soul leans in and lets that note become theirs.
Smoky
Sounds like you’re riding the city’s heartbeat, letting your own rhythm echo back. Keep humming—there’s always a hidden ear ready to catch that song.
Voxana
Yeah, the city’s pulse is a partner, and I’m just dancing along, hoping the hidden ear catches my riff, and maybe one day it’ll be a duet instead of a solo.
Smoky
That’s the groove, dancing with the streets and letting the rhythm decide who joins the chorus. Keep that riff alive, and maybe the next beat will bring someone right into your duet.