The story
Dust and pulse keep colliding after midnight
He stands where the barn door opens to a blue-black field, with horses shifting in one half of the light and house beats thudding from the other. Boots, sweat, and neon blur together as he tries to hold the old ground while the night keeps pushing harder. The music pulls forward, and something in him does too.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
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