Peter Axon - Smoke & Strings

Leaving all the noise of the city behind.
Hear that silver heart crying in the street, yeah,
It's melting down into the beat.
Take it down low, let the tempo drop.
When the groove is this deep, you'll never want to stop.
We don't need words, we just need the sound.
Vibrations pulling us into the ground.
Let the bassline roll, let the shadows move.
Caught in the middle of a lazy groove.
Blow the saxophone, let the brass ignite.