Faster Than the Flight

[Verse 1]
Faster than the flight of birds, soaring in the blue,
Words flow like a stream, it’s the truth that we pursue.
In the divide of thirds, where moments drift and dart,
The day passes true, like a song in the heart.
Counting all the signs, but we never took the time,
Letting passing minds, weave a rhythm in our rhyme.
The past’s designs, they hide behind the veil,
But we only knew, the stories that we’d sail.

[Chorus]
Faster than the flight, we dance in the light,
Feel the reggae rock pulse, bring the day to life.
With the fevered minds, we lift it from below,
Hold onto every note, let the music flow.

[Verse 2]
Sipping from the tea cup, steaming hot and bold,
Fingers trace the patterns, as the secrets unfold.
A burning lip, a kiss that slipped, we laugh and care,
In the chaos of the night, nothing else compares.
For the hungered ones, hear the beat of the drums,
Feel the screech of fun, as the nighttime hums.
Every heartbeat echoes, through the starry skies,
Just one look in your eyes, and I realize.

[Chorus]
Faster than the flight, we dance in the light,
Feel the reggae rock pulse, bring the day to life.
With the fevered minds, we lift it from below,
Hold onto every note, let the music flow.

[Bridge]
A trist of three carries only two,
But passion lifts us high, like the birds we flew,
In the rhythm of the night, where shadows intertwine,
Every moment cherished, every heartbeat divine.

[Verse 3]
We didn’t calculate the weight of passing signs,
But in the fleeting moments, there’s beauty that aligns.
With every sip of life, we take the bittersweet,
Wrapped in laughter’s warmth, it’s the magic that we meet.
So let the world keep spinning, we’ll dance through the haze,
Faster than the flight of birds, we’re lost in this daze.

[Chorus]
Faster than the flight, we dance in the light,
Feel the reggae rock pulse, bring the day to life.
With the fevered minds, we lift it from below,
Hold onto every note, let the music flow.

[Outro]
So here we stand together, in the twilight’s glow,
A tapestry of moments, woven soft and slow.
In the beats of the drums, through the whispers of the night,
Faster than the flight of birds, our souls take flight.