Danyel OZ - Stories of the Sidewalk V2 Lyrics

Walking down the city streets, under neon lights,
Stories unfold on the sidewalks, through the darkest nights.
Concrete jungle tales, whispered in the air,
The untold stories of the sidewalk, we're eager to share.

A runaway searching for a place to belong,
A broken heart mending, trying to find where it went wrong.
Strangers crossing paths, their destinies collide,
In this concrete maze, where secrets can no longer hide.

Every footstep echoes, the rhythm of the night,
As we weave through the shadows, chasing the fading light.
From broken dreams to lost loves, secrets they hold,
Stories of the sidewalk, waiting to be told.

These streets come alive, with the echoes of our souls,
The pavement tells the stories, as the city unfolds.
From the highs to the lows, the triumphs and the falls,
Stories of the sidewalk, engraved upon these walls.

The city breathes, with a heartbeat that's so loud,
Every story etched in stone, as we walk this bustling crowd.
From the hustlers to the dreamers, the sinners and the saints,
Stories of the sidewalk, painting life with vibrant paints.

These streets come alive, with the echoes of our souls,
The pavement tells the stories, as the city unfolds.
From the highs to the lows, the triumphs and the falls,
Stories of the sidewalk, engraved upon these walls.

These streets come alive, with the echoes of our souls,
The pavement tells the stories, as the city unfolds.
From the highs to the lows, the triumphs and the falls,
Stories of the sidewalk, engraved upon these walls.

So let's embrace the tales, that the sidewalks hold dear,
For within these stories, our own reflections appear.
In the tapestry of life, we walk hand in hand,
Stories of the sidewalk, forever they will stand.

Beneath the city lights, dreams are born and die,
On these worn-down pavements, where hopes touch the sky.
Lovers leave their marks, with a kiss and a tear,
In the stories of the sidewalk, where memories are near.

An artist sketches life, on a bench by the lane,
Capturing fleeting moments, of joy and of pain.
Children's laughter echoes, a fleeting, sweet sound,
In the stories of the sidewalk, where new life is found.

With every step we take, the city whispers and speaks,
In the shadows and the lights, where the past and future meet.
From shattered dreams to new beginnings, tales untold,
Stories of the sidewalk, in every heart, they unfold.

These streets come alive, with the echoes of our souls,
The pavement tells the stories, as the city unfolds.
From the highs to the lows, the triumphs and the falls,
Stories of the sidewalk, engraved upon these walls.

So let's walk these streets, where the past meets the now,
Where every step we take, leaves a mark somehow.
In the tapestry of life, we all play our part,
Stories of the sidewalk, etched deep in every heart.