Midnight whispers through the neon haze, Smoky saxophone hums in a velvet daze. Piano keys weep on a broken street, 808s thump where the shadows meet. Vinyl crackles like a dying flame, Echoes of a past I can’t rename. Reflections blur in the liquor glass, Every step forward feels like the last. Midnight echoes in blue, A symphony of the lost and the few. Bassline drags through the empty air, No one left, but I don’t care. Atmospheric synths bleed into the dark, Boom bap drums leave their mark. Gritty truths in a slow-mo reel, Cinematic pain that feels too real. Midnight echoes in blue, A symphony of the lost and the few. Bassline drags through the empty air, No one left, but I don’t care. Midnight echoes in blue, A symphony of the lost and the few. Bassline drags through the empty air, No one left, but I don’t care.