Static Motion

[Intro]
[Verse]
Rain on the cobblestone
Chilled glass and dial tone
We’re never quite alone
In this monochrome zone
Everything is known
In a hushed undertone
[Pre-Chorus]
The flugelhorn is soft and low
Beneath the gallery’s white glow
You watch the bubbles rise and fall
Against the shadows on the wall
[Chorus]
It’s a quiet design
Trace the invisible line
Between your glass and mine
In the vintage wine
We define the space
With a practiced grace
[Post-Chorus]
Just a flicker of heat
On a rainy street
So bittersweet
[Verse]
Sharp wit and narrow ties
No room for small surprise
I read it in your eyes
Where the logic lies
Minimalist display
In shades of slate and grey
[Chorus]
It’s a quiet design
Trace the invisible line
Between your glass and mine
In the vintage wine
We define the space
With a practiced grace
[Hook]
Soft light
Late night
Just right
[Bridge]
The fretless bass begins to slide
There’s nowhere left for us to hide
But we keep up the clever game
Without a face, without a name
The sculpture stands so cold and still
Against the force of human will
[Verse]
You say the art is sparse
I say it’s just a farce
We lean against the stars
Behind the tinted bars
Dry gin and heavy air
A very polished pair
[Chorus]
It’s a quiet design
Trace the invisible line
Between your glass and mine
In the vintage wine
We define the space
With a practiced grace
[Post-Chorus]
Just a flicker of heat
On a rainy street
So bittersweet
[Outro]