Royal Street is quiet now
Laughter moved away and I wonder how
Windows shut against the breeze
Brass is silent now in the city trees
My soul, why so far away?
Shadows shouldn't hide all the light of day

It's hard to stand here in the dark, uninvited
But the rhythm rose so high, I couldn't fight it
I just want to hear your voice
While the city is breathing and the night is finally over

Go ahead, I'll find dancing like you
Every glass is raised for living with you
Keep the fire, I plead
Since the morning will lead
Walking through the daylight while the shadows already bleed
Walking through the daylight while the shadows already bleed

Old songs will never end
Seven nights were spent with a loyal friend
Voices drifted clear in a joyful haze
Lighter than the weight of our glory days

It's hard to stand here in the dark, uninvited
But the rhythm rose so high, I couldn't fight it
I just want to hear your voice
While the city is breathing and the night is finally over

Go ahead, I'll find dancing like you
Every glass is raised for living with you
Keep the fire, I plead
Since the morning will lead
Walking through the daylight while the shadows already bleed

Candles are low, the river will flow
A vow and a glass, they stay in the past
Total strangers to the bitter way it had to last

Go ahead, I'll find dancing like you
Every glass is raised for living with you
Keep the fire, I plead
Since the morning will lead
Walking through the daylight while the shadows already bleed
Go ahead, I'll find dancing like you
Every glass is raised for living with you
Keep the fire, I plead
Since the morning will lead
Walking through the daylight while the shadows already bleed
Walking through the daylight while the shadows already bleed

Walking through the daylight

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Walking through the daylight

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