Skyline Core

[Verse 1]
Light bleeds gold on concrete veins,
A quiet hum where memory remains.
From desert wind, a breath descends,
Across the city, a story sends.

[Chorus]
Golden dust, a whisper soft,
On the city's memory loft.
Sediment of sound, slowly climbs,
Through shifting strata of our times.

[Verse 2]
Below, the traffic, a mineral stream,
Each passing face, a fleeting dream.
Ancestral rhythm, in the asphalt sleeps,
A hidden core the city keeps.

[Chorus]
Golden dust, a whisper soft,
On the city's memory loft.
Sediment of sound, slowly climbs,
Through shifting strata of our times.

[Bridge]
The fault lines hum from roots unseen,
A tender tremor, in between.
This adobe spirit, learning how to mend,
Before the current's final bend.

[Chorus]
Golden dust, a whisper soft,
On the city's memory loft.
Sediment of sound, slowly climbs,
Through shifting strata of our times.

[Outro]
Dust motes dance in fading light,
Deep in the core of endless night.