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722@UNION
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Breakbeat
722@UNION was released on May 12, 2025 by MusicByMBW as a part of the album Renaissance
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Release DateMay 12, 2025
LabelMusicByMBW
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ELEXiX
ELEXiX
Turntables
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Walton
Mark Walton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Walton
Mark Walton
Producer

Lyrics

I stood at Union station
In the heart of old downtown.
A thousand people passed me,
They moved with little sound.
My heart it raced.
I held my breath -
My thoughts began to swirl.
Perhaps today, would be the day
She'd show up in my world.
I stood and watched in quiet hope,
I waited for a sign.
A tap upon my shoulder,
Her voice requesting mine.
Was it foolish?
Was it brave to think she'd possibly appear?
Would the universe agree to bend
And soothe my aching fears?
Did she pass me?
Did she see me?
Or was I just here all alone?
At 7:22  A.M. I watched the world go by;
Except my world…
Except my girl…
But still…
I had to try.
I watched trains pull in and out
Like messengers of fate.
Each car a different version
Of the outcome of my wait.
The first one had her smile at me -
Her eyes lit up my face,
The second made us strangers —
Cold and distant in this place.
A third allowed a gracious nod,
And then we both moved on,
The fourth a hug that lingered there -
The start of a new song.
Was it foolish?
Was it brave to think she'd possibly appear?
Would the universe agree to bend
And soothe my aching fears?
Did she pass me?
Did she see me?
Or was I just here all alone?
At 7:22  A.M. I watched the world go by;
Except my world…
Except my girl…
But still…
I had to try.
Above this rush hour moment,
The heavens kept a score.
They saw a young heart hoping,
For a fleeting moment more.
It didn't need forever, no.
Such chances were long spent.
It just wanted to know we mattered.
To feel the weight of what we meant.
This chance had passed,
It was over.
And so I merged into the rush.
No voice had softly called my name.
I felt no soft or fleeting touch.
I left my spot,
Walked to my train.
I'd played my cards, this cosmic game.
In that station,
In that nexus,
It was hope and chance, I chose.
But my train arrived.
And I stepped inside.
And the doors
Of the universe closed.
Written by: Mark B Walton
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