Urban Mirage

[Intro] [Verse 1] Neon lights trace the skyline’s curve, A saxophone hums where the shadows swerve. Rhythms collide in a syncopated trance, Bassline whispers, “Come, join the dance.” [Chorus] Oh, urban mirage—where the old meets new, Keys ripple like midnight in electric blue. We’re fragments of time in a broken rhyme, Improvising our way through the friction of time. [Verse 2] The drummer’s heart ticks like a metro train, Wires and wood sing through the rain. A trumpet’s cry melts into static haze, Synthesized soul in a chromatic maze. [Chorus] Oh, urban mirage—where the old meets new, Keys ripple like midnight in electric blue. We’re fragments of time in a broken rhyme, Improvising our way through the friction of time. [Bridge] (Guitar solo spirals, bends, and soars, Voices loop where the city roars.) Funk grooves deep in the pavement’s cracks, Harmonies bloom—no turning back. [Verse 3] Piano threads through a digital storm, Echoes of Billie in a waveform form. We’re ghosts in the grid, yet the b**t stays true, A flicker of jazz in the LED hue. [Chorus] Oh, urban mirage—where the old meets new, Keys ripple like midnight in electric blue. We’re fragments of time in a broken rhyme, Improvising our way through the friction of time. [Outro]