Yelle - Que Veux Tu (Madeon Remix)

SMITHEREENS

Die For You

夜曲 / Dạ Khúc - 周杰伦 / Châu Kiệt Luân (Jay Chou)

A man walks the margins of a city that never says his name.
He folds love like currency—creased, worn, but still whole.
He speaks in labor, not in language;
offers faith with no sermon,
holds onto someone who’s already gone.
Jackson Heights isn’t just a place—it’s what it costs to belong,
and the prayers we whisper when no one’s watching.


[Intro]
He stays in places she can’t reach
One foot in shadow, one eye on the street

[Chorus]
He don’t speak the words he feels
Holds them in where no one heals
Paper dreams and hidden signs
Tangled hearts in twisted lines
He moves like someone out of time
Hands all work, but eyes still shine
No one sees the weight he hides
He bleeds in places no one writes

[Verse 1]
Came up ghost, name ain’t stick
Signed three forms just to work that shift
Three tongues switch when the heat too thick
Still count coins in a prayer and a flick
Eyes stay dry, voice stay low
Never say no, just shoulder the load
Hands know fire, heart got rules
Didn’t say “love,” just moved like fuel
Borderline broke, soul stay tight
He hold her name like a flicker of light
Not her post, not her type
But he still hums when she texts at night

[Chorus]
He don’t speak the words he feels
Buried them deep where the silence heals
Folded notes and foreign dreams
Tangled lives in crowded streets
He moves like someone left behind
Hands all work, but eyes still kind
And no one sees the weight he hides
And bleeds in places no one writes

[Verse 2]
Torn ID in a pocket fold
Whole past gone, but the face stay bold
Kissed her once, didn’t feel like thrill
Felt like proof that the heart sit still
She said “fair,” he gave that grin
Like he knew this part and the line too thin
Always close, never in
Voice in the cloud, can't clear that sin
He ain’t cry, he ain’t bluff
He just stayed when staying was enough
Saints move quiet, don’t post up
They just love without the crown or luck

[Bridge]
Every corner holds a name
Every silence feels the same
We don't vanish—we adjust
Even love can turn to dust

[Chorus]
He don’t speak the words he feels
Buried them deep where the silence heals
Folded notes and foreign dreams
Tangled lives in crowded streets
He moves like someone left behind
Hands all work, but eyes still kind
And no one sees the weight he hides
And bleeds in places no one writes

[Outro]
(He stayed when staying was enough…)

Jackson Heights

[Intro]
(Haha-ha...)
They skate to look cool
I blade to survive
Yeah
Blade God

[Hook]
I don’t walk, I glide
Steel knives when I ride
No brakes, no pride
Just balance and a side-eye
Slide left, then I dip
Blood dried on my grip
They talk, but they slip
I don't pray—I zip

[Chorus - female ethereal hook]
Blades down low, but I move like smoke
(I’m a ghost, I float)
Two rails up, I don’t miss, I float
(Let it go, let it go)
Ledge grind sharp like a priest in robes
(Cut deep, don’t fold)
Paint that street with a spark and hope
(Let the fire glow)
Balance clean, but the heart stay cold
(Cold like snow)
Midnight breeze in a chain-link soul
(Don’t let go)
Whispers loud when the wheels roll slow
(Roll slow, roll slow)
Bla-da-da-da, grra-ta-ta, blade talk bold
(Blade god, cold gold)

[Verse 1]
Cracked concrete knows my name
Every slam just fuels my aim
Blood on rails, I don’t feel shame
That’s just how you etch the flame
Glide through alley, crown in grime
Call it art, I call it time
Sunset glint in a trail of lines
You post for likes, I sharpen mine
No lights, just sparks from the edge I kiss
No pads, just grit in a holy mist
Wheels ain’t toys — they’re the war I twist
I don’t flex—I manifest risk

[Hook]
I don’t walk, I glide
Steel knives when I ride
No brakes, no pride
Just balance and a side-eye
Slide left, then I dip
Blood dried on my grip
They talk, but they slip
I don’t pray—I zip

[Chorus - female ethereal hook]
Blades down low, but I move like smoke
(I’m a ghost, I float)
Two rails up, I don’t miss, I float
(Let it go, let it go)
Ledge grind sharp like a priest in robes
(Cut deep, don’t fold)
Paint that street with a spark and hope
(Let the fire glow)
Balance clean, but the heart stay cold
(Cold like snow)
Midnight breeze in a chain-link soul
(Don’t let go)
Whispers loud when the wheels roll slow
(Roll slow, roll slow)
Bla-da-da-da, grra-ta-ta, blade talk bold
(Blade god, cold gold)

[Verse 2]
No gods, no brakes—just blood and steel
Came from a crack in a broken heel
Cali boys soft, they chase appeal
I skate through snow just to keep it real
Swerve like a monk with a knife for feet
Silence loud when I kill concrete
Every grind a sermon, every trick a beat
They post reels—I burn receipts
Balance ain’t luck, it’s war I own
No safety net, just edge and bone
You wear your brand, I wear my throne
Every fall just sets the tone

[Final Chorus]
Blades down low, but I move like smoke
Two rails up, I don’t miss, I float
Ledge grind sharp like a priest in robes
Paint that street with a spark and hope
Balance clean, but the heart stay cold
Midnight breeze in a chain-link soul
Whispers loud when the wheels roll slow
Bla-da-da-da, grra-ta-ta, blade talk bold

[Outro]
Blade God
Urban monk
No lights
No pose
Only edge
Glide

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