Platform hums with final call
Feet align in measured rows
Screens reflect our private fall
Luggage clutched like secret shows
Voices thin into a beat
Tension thins into a charge
We hold sparks in fingers, neat
While the rails prepare to march
Voltage runs through sleeping lines
Short and bright in shifting times
Hold this current for a while
Share the hush, remember style
Current slides and draws us close
Static fills a crowded host
Current slides and draws us close
Close the gap and let it coast
Windows blur the distant lights
Faces fold into the ride
Every stop erases fights
Every mile compresses pride
We exchange the simple glance
Brief and honest in the stream
Moments fold into a chance
Echoes stitch into a dream
Voltage runs through sleeping lines
Short and bright in shifting times
Hold this current for a while
Share the hush, remember style
Current slides and draws us close
Static fills a crowded host
Current slides and draws us close
Close the gap and let it coast
Pulse becomes a softer thread
Hands relax, the anxious spread
Sound reduces to a hum
We prepare to stand and come
Doors release a softer hum
Night recedes and city wakes
We step out, the journey done
Carry sparks for morning sakes
