High Tide Stride

These platforms lift me, a silent, knowing wink,
From street-level currents, to the tide's vibrant brink.
My spirit rising, a feeling built to last,
New light is cast where shadows drift so fast.

[Chorus]
Oh, bell-bottom surge, where my wild spirit goes,
A deep-sea rhythm, everyone knows.
This attitude's a wave, a joyful declaration,
Catch the feeling now, this sweet liberation.

Neon spills its chroma, on the fabric's soft drape,
Like coral gardens, colors begin to escape.
Each flare a ripple, through the humid night air,
A Bangkok pulse, beyond compare.

[Chorus]
Oh, bell-bottom surge, where my wild spirit goes,
A deep-sea rhythm, everyone knows.
This attitude's a wave, a joyful declaration,
Catch the feeling now, this sweet liberation.

The city breathes out secrets, on a humid, passing breeze,
This outfit's promise, sets my whole being at ease.
Old selves shed like foam, as the music takes hold,
A destined moment, worth more than gold.

[Chorus]
Oh, bell-bottom surge, where my wild spirit goes,
A deep-sea rhythm, everyone knows.
This attitude's a wave, a joyful declaration,
Catch the feeling now, this sweet liberation.

[Outro]
A headlight gleams, then fades into the deep,
This joyful current, a memory I'll keep.