Verse

Smoke on the glass, shadows lean in the hall

Heavy the clock ticks, watching the silence fall

Memories drift like dust in a vacant room

Low frequencies beating inside the gloom

Chorus

Deep in the undertow, the rhythm takes control

A hypnotic pulse that echoes through the soul

No turning back once the vinyl starts to spin

Where the night is dark and the bassline leads within

Verse

Footsteps of brass, turning the corner slow

Nothing is fast down here where the shadows grow

Chords in the dark, weaving a heavy spell

Stories of nothing that the speakers tell

Chorus

Deep in the undertow, the rhythm takes control