Ghosts on the Beat

Night falls thick, shadows press close,

The wind's got a whisper, a voice like a ghost,

Footsteps echo down empty streets,

While the city hums its haunted beat.

Eyes in the dark, watchin' my soul,

The streetlights flicker, under their control,

I feel a chill crawl up my spine,

It's midnight's hour, the night's design.

It's the midnight beat, can't run, can't hide,

Lost in the dark where the spirits glide,

They're pullin' me down, got me in too deep,

Under the spell of the midnight beat,

The midnight beat.

The fog rolls in, thick and slow,

Figures move in the mist's faint glow,

With eyes like embers, strange and cold,

Their secrets kept, their stories old.

I feel them near, hear them sing,

A mournful tune that bites and stings,

They got a grip, won't let me go,

Bound by the rhythm that moves below.

It's the midnight beat, can't run, can't hide,

Lost in the dark where the spirits glide,

They're pullin' me down, got me in too deep,

Under the spell of the midnight beat,

The midnight beat.

The city's pulse, the heart of night,

A restless dance in ghostly light,

I close my eyes, but I still see

Their shadows dancing all around me.

In this fevered trance, I feel the heat,

Lost in the pull of the midnight beat,

With every breath, they close in tight,

Ghosts on the midnight beat tonight.