Lock On

Chorus

NightHawk. Lock on

Cyan in the iris, pink through the chrome

Cliff goes unpaid, the city on loan

NightHawk. Lock on

(lock on)

NightHawk. Lock on

Verse 1

Frost on the ledge I never signed a lease for

Pines burned magenta like a late-night vendor

Towers blink cheap, I read 'em like menus

One pass over traffic, I pick who I enter

Beak cut from chrome, quills wired in rows

I don't ask the street, the street already knows

Talon on the fader, mix packed in the claw

I drop on your night and I rewrite the draw

Left boot on granite, right boot on cable

The wind does the counting, I stay in the label

Your skyline talks loud till I cut it to table

Then all of that glow has to sit when I'm able

Chorus

NightHawk. Lock on

Cyan in the iris, pink through the chrome

Cliff goes unpaid, the city on loan

NightHawk. Lock on

(lock on)

I don't sing for daylight

I take the night home

Verse 2

Same cliff, colder, the neon went thinner

I kept the same perch and I tightened the trigger

Your name on a tab I didn't come to settle

I came for the hour when the grid starts to tremble

No speech from the nest, just a count and a cut

Eight bars of weather, then the whole street shuts

If you hear the wing and you still play it soft

That's on you — I already clocked the loft

I eat from the late shift, I drink from the static

A pink line of frost running under the attic

You wanted a guest, you booked me a habitat

Now the nest is a booth and the booth don't do static

Bridge

I circled twice

Not for show

For the third pass

Then I go

No speech

No bow

Just the lock

And the throw

Chorus

NightHawk. Lock on

Cyan in the iris, pink through the chrome

Cliff goes unpaid, the city on loan

NightHawk. Lock on

(lock on)

NightHawk. Lock on

I don't sing for daylight

I take the night home

Outro

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NightHawk