In the heart of the city, where shadows play,
Velvet soul whispers in the smoky sway,
Blue notes linger like a lover’s sigh,
As the saxophone heart teaches us to fly.
Beneath the streetlamps, where secrets are spun,
Urban whispers dance till the night is done,
Jazz fever's rising like steam from a dream,
In the cool, moonlit air, where the lost souls beam.
Hold me closer in this midnight rhythm,
As the world fades away, caught in the prism,
Every note a heartbeat, every breath a song,
Together we’re wild, where the lost parts belong.
In the corner café, where the shadows embrace,
Smoky dreams linger, wrapped in time and space,
With a flick of your wrist, you light up the night,
Turning words into music, transforming the fight.
Oh, let the trumpet cry for the tales left untold,
Where the stories of lovers in the silence unfold,
Every measure, a moment, every chord will unite,
Two souls intertwining in the soft city light.
As the melodies weave through the still of the air,
And the jazz takes us high, over burdens we bear,
In this velvet sensation, where the rhythms belong,
We’ll drift into twilight, our hearts singing strong.
So let’s dance with the shadows till the morning is near,
In this smoky jazz haven, there’s nothing to fear,
With the saxophone calling, we'll never be apart,
Just a whisper of midnight, a song in our heart.
Jazz
Velvet soul, Blue notes, Smoky dreams, Saxophone heart, Midnight rhythm, Jazz fever, Urban whisper
Jazz
Velvet soul, Blue notes, Smoky dreams, Saxophone heart, Midnight rhythm, Jazz fever, Urban whisper