Liminal Rhythm

[Verse 1]
Engine hums low, a deep frequency prayer
Streetlight geometry, where past truths lay bare.
Each passing window, a fleeting canvas of grace
Footsteps of ghosts trace, in this liminal space.
The asphalt breathes, a low, resonant sigh,
Beneath the concrete, where old friendships lie.

[Chorus]
Kasi rhythm, deep in the fading night
Log drums whisper, a spectral, fading light.
Feel the current, the collective, gentle sway
Let the bassline guide you, and pull you away.

[Verse 2]
Corrugated echoes, on a dusty, scratched pane
Old narratives whispered, through a soft, falling rain.
A distant silhouette flickers, a moment's soft trace
Ancient wisdom finding its contemplative space.
The taxi sways, a quiet, introspective grace,
Each street corner, a different time, a different place.

[Chorus]
Kasi rhythm, deep in the fading night
Log drums whisper, a spectral, fading light.
Feel the current, the collective, gentle sway
Let the bassline guide you, and pull you away.

[Bridge]
The city's pulse, a low frequency thrumming on
Reminding us gently, from what deep roots we're drawn.
This shared silence, in the ride's soft, amber glow
A bittersweet feeling, watching old memories ebb and flow.

[Outro]
The hum continues, dawn's soft, quiet embrace
Leaving echoes, in this sacred, changing space.