Hungry hearts

A 25-year-old male singer's smooth voice, 3-minute song, Coldwave, Minimal Synth, Post-Punk, 1980s Lo-Fi, Analog Synthesizer, Driving Bassline, Motorik Beat, Drum Machine, Reverb-heavy Vocals, Monotone, Spoken Word Section, Urban Atmosphere, Melancholic, Cinematic, Nighttime Vibe

Glass and dust, iron and rust The city is quiet under the crust I met a boy with eyes like mine Broken glass and a crooked spine We shared a spark in a cold dark hall Two shadows leaning against the wall But hungry hearts have nothing to give We’re just trying to find a way to live Oh, let it go The things we used to know We’re both too broken to be one Running circles away from the sun He’s a mirror of my own defeat Just another ghost on a crowded street I can’t save him, he can’t save me In this city, no one is free Oh, let it go The things we used to know Moving slow In the neon glow Too far gone... Two of a kind... Everything... Left behind.

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