letting the good times grow
Cigarettes and whiskey, my comrades in the night,
the city's pulse guides me with its gentle light.
beneath the stars, where the melodies flow,
I'm embracing the freedom, letting the good times grow.
Oh oh oh … letting the good times grow
On the boulevard, where stories find their way,
city's secrets discover the night and fade the day.
Tales on the asphalt and dreams in my gaze,
city's heartbeat in the moonlit haze.
On the boulevard, where stories find their way,
city's secrets discover the night and fade the day.
I feel the pulse of the midnight air,
with every chord, I leave a piece of me there.
On the boulevard, where stories find their way,
city's secrets discover the night and fade the day.
A symphony of sirens, the city's lullaby,
I find my solace in the midnight sky.