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Lyrics:

Tracks of midnight rain on windowpanes

Stories waltzing to a cracked clock's sigh

Footprints dissolving in streetlamp jaundice

A stranger's pocket holds my undeveloped photograph

On the phantom seat of the 3AM bus

Searching for a name spelled in tire treads

Rusty keys chime like prison bells

"Missing" posters bleach to strangers' faces

Maybe to be lost

Is being found in streets with charred maps

Notes sprouting through sidewalk cracks

Whispering in mother-tongue Morse:

"You're still being born in the middle of this song"

Subway window sketches of my shifting face

Reborn and buried at every station stop

Hardhats graffiti "Not here" on wet cement

My heartbeat drills through asphalt abscesses

(On the 36th-floor fire escape

A walkman plays a tape loop trapped in time

The mangled ribbon bleeds:

"–––find–––me–––find–––me–––find–––")

Maybe to disappear

Is carving your name in storm drain alphabet

A boy flies kites through concrete sky

Screams through chain-link teeth:

"You're still hiding in this song's first breath"

A one-way ticket curling at the edges

A half-smile caught in turnstile teeth

Footsteps dissolving in the city's pulse

With every denied entry

Becoming human...