[Intro]
City hum, paint on our hands, heartbeat of the street.
[Verse]
I’m a muralist-turned-musician chasing hours gone fleet,
Hunting kettle clinks, bus bells, and sneakers on the concrete.
[Verse]
A rival darts in, tries to hijack the melody's thread,
But I loop a street vendor cough and the distant train fed.
[Chorus]
sing the small sounds
sing the small sounds
[Bridge]
Tiny noises bind strangers, layer by layer we belong,
Clock be damned, the jingle grows strong.
[Outro]
We finish with a chorus of small sounds, together, strong.
