LYRICS :

It pulls, it flows
It moves, it grows

Lines unfold in shaded streams,
A quiet pulse that fuels the dream.
No signs, no walls, no fixed design,
A rhythm speaks where words resign.

Circuits hum, a shift begins,
Threads unwind, drawn from within.
Stillness bends, the current sways,
A lucid drift through endless haze.

Hold the sound, let it steer,
Each tone shapes what we hear.
Between the pulse, a fleeting trace,
Weightless steps in measured space.

It pulls, it flows
It moves, it grows

Patterns stretch and redefine,
A quiet merge of yours and mine.
Through shifting tones, we intertwine,
A fleeting now, unmarked by time.

Move through
A field unseen.
Each sound
A painted scene.
Breath held
A distant tide.
Pulse felt
And we collide.

It hums, it bends
It calls, transcends

Hold the sound, let it steer,
Each tone shapes what we hear.
Between the pulse, a fleeting trace,
Weightless steps in measured space.

It pulls, it flows
It moves, it grows
Slow dissolve into the glow…

Lucid Current

Nabil Najem