Chasing The Breakbeat

The city breathes in syncopated waves tonight A million heartbeats racing toward the morning light I'm just a ghost inside this rhythm moving through the sound Chasing something that was lost and never will be found My thoughts are scattered like the fragments of a shattered beat But in the chaos there's a pattern something bittersweet And when the bassline drops and shakes the concrete floor I feel a little less alone than I did before I'm chasing the breakbeat! Through the static and the noise A fleeting moment of connection a semblance of a voice The drums are like a lifeline in a world that's grown so cold A story in the rhythm that is waiting to be told I'm chasing the breakbeat! I saw you in the strobe lights just a flicker in the haze Another soul adrift in these bewildering arrays For a second our rhythms locked in something like a trance A silent conversation in a stolen fleeting glance Then the beat dropped out the moment shattered and was gone And I was left here wondering how to even carry on But the drums keep rolling pulling me back from the edge A promise whispered on the sonic ledge I'm chasing the breakbeat! Through the static and the noise A fleeting moment of connection a semblance of a voice The drums are like a lifeline in a world that's grown so cold A story in the rhythm that is waiting to be told I'm chasing the breakbeat! Maybe the chase is the point Maybe the beat is the only thing that's real Maybe I'll just... keep running