Peter Axon - Smoke & Strings

Bring the bed out.
Just a lazy groove.
Bring the bass back.
Bring it back.
Just a lazy groove.
Just a lazy groove.
Just a lazy groove.
Just a lazy groove.
Breathe it in.
Let the night take over.
Streetlights flickering through the haze,
Lost in the rhythm of these midnight days.
Streetlights flickering through the haze,
Lost in the rhythm of these midnight days.
Got a glass of bourbon, got a heavy mind,
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 bass line roll, let the shadows move.
Caught in the middle of a lazy groove.