[00:00.000] 作词 : Gordon Tsai/Christine Lee[00:01.000] 作曲 : Gordon Tsai/Christine Lee[00:24.670] A sense of calmness lands on my shoulders and palms[00:27.643] While the storms of my life gets me i sneak to the back empty[00:30.869] and I gently, pull the door and glide through with a ‘sup Eddy’[00:33.919] This club’s ready i feel the notes falling like confetti[00:37.053] I order my drink normal except i add rocks to dilute it[00:39.682] I take a sip and then stop to talk shop to one of the[00:42.876] Newish folks that i’ve seen this spot is hidden ‘how did you find it?’[00:46.074] I reclined back on my seat while she spoke well of her findings[00:49.654] This world is a cold one and we all move so mechanic[00:52.542] So when rain falls on a painting and the paint runs it’s attractive[00:55.658] Brings out imperfections that we try to hide but we can’t[00:58.732] I don’t lead with a glance i rather close my eyes and then dance[01:02.256] If I miss a couple of steps then that’s fine[01:04.251] Its my humanity whats wrong with being normal[01:06.563] cause it’s so off chasing vanity - likes[01:08.285] under lights, in the off chance that i might[01:11.153] I came here to take the night off with those sax notes under ice[01:14.660][01:15.026] I stood in that moment but time pulled me in forever[01:17.506] Through the shift and move of things that end too soon[01:20.286] I stood in that moment, wondering about me[01:23.701] Blank sterility, efficient in this room[01:26.537] We’re numb to reality but primed for this song[01:29.792] The notes they sway and though they move on[01:33.025] The past is always present, ready for a visit[01:36.265] Close but never near, even you can barely hear it[01:38.972][01:39.438] Oh, even you can barely feel it[01:42.634] imperfection used to be a picture too[01:44.808] Oh, even you can barely hear it[01:49.095] The human in me don’t know what to do[01:51.918] The sting in treble clef a minor 7 and a flat[01:54.703] black and white in shadows dancing all my thoughts back[01:58.009] Hear the clink in the glass of a jazz city poet[02:01.167] the silence in the night paints love as I know it[02:04.518] It’s the best[02:05.840] the broken only have[02:07.524] Regret is our nuance on a canvas painted black[02:10.550] I stare down the glass[02:12.105] can never take the time back[02:13.893] cant ever make that smile but I thought[02:15.583] I’d never make this rhyme rap[02:17.192] So the crowd claps they don’t really care[02:20.033] all eyes are on the stage, smoke is sleeping in my hair[02:23.045] Tune up the notes, I hear nothing but the night[02:25.939] Cuz wishing does nothing but I wish hope was right[02:29.173][02:29.460] I stood in that moment but time pulled me in forever[02:32.358] Through the shift and move of things that end too soon[02:34.858] I stood in that moment, wondering about me[02:38.689] Blank sterility, efficient in this room[02:41.245] We’re numb to reality but primed for this song[02:45.146] The notes they sway and though they move on[02:47.826] The past is always present, ready for a visit[02:51.084] Close but never near, even you can barely hear it[02:53.807][02:54.603] If it’s connections that i look for then why am I always blinded[02:57.263] I’m chained within my apps while my profile’s always signed in[03:00.428] Blink another message and i turned off all the banners[03:03.491] See i purposefully unplugged to be here in the banter[03:06.535] The artist on my left with the monochrome on his suit[03:09.745] Every time he hopped in the booth he came across[03:12.386] Something new It would fill him with wonder[03:14.704] And remind him what this bridge is for[03:16.311] Building all alone with the street lights as an orchestra[03:19.058] I’m grateful for these places to escape out of the rain[03:22.033] Its pouring in my cubicle and my home life is the same[03:25.038] I didn’t hop inside of a plane i traveled through the music notes[03:28.780] Boarded with these verses it loosened how all the nooses choke[03:31.936] I’m finally breathing now, amidst the smoke and jazz keys[03:35.524] This makes me happy - my life it isn’t past me[03:37.774] No it’s only the beginning feel the station and arpeggios[03:41.050] Pacing through my playlists I’m facing it through my radio[03:44.336][03:44.642] I stood in that moment but time pulled me in forever[03:47.176] Through the shift and move of things that end too soon[03:50.453] Stood in that moment, wondering about me[03:53.322] Blank sterility, efficient in this room[03:58.093] Even you can barely feel it[04:00.108] imperfection used to be a picture too[04:04.461] Even you can barely hear it[04:06.426] The human in me don’t know what do