Page 25 of The Twisted Beats

Hawke’s drum fill starts with a soft, steady pulse on the kick of the drum. Bren joins in with a light strumming of his guitar.

The deep, warm tone of the bass guitar Cooper’s playing sets the somber mood. Callum’s raspy and haunted voice builds smoothly and lures me like he’s singing to only me. His Irish accent is nearly undetectable.

I focus on the lyrics as Bren’s guitar blends with the song, swinging in and out of the melody. Hawke’s light taps on the hi-hat change and grow with him introducing a gentle tom roll that resembles thunder in the distance.

Callum captivates me. He sings from the depths of his soul.

A flash of hope, but signals misread, echoes of what used to be.

At that moment, time stood still. I took a chance, went unfulfilled.

A hotel suite, a chance encounter.

Your blue eyes shine like the Eiffel Tower.

Now you’re lost in a crowd, believing lies for hours.

Your sad smile, it cuts me deep.

A memory I refuse to keep.

Oh, I wish I could turn back time.

Erase the hurt, rewrite the rhyme.

Vixen, forget Paris. Please, forget Paris.

Love lingers in this empty soul of mine, with it the slow tick of time.

Though I can’t deny I roam with hearts untrue, I only want you.

It’s true, it’s only you.

I’ll always love you.

Phone lines silent, rumors cold.

Every corner holds stories untold.

Like a follower in your cult, I seek out our star in the dark of night.

Like your scars, the constant result, only blackness in my sight.

Your silhouette visits my lonely nights, a fleeting ghost that feels so right.

Oh, I wish I could turn back time.

Erase the hurt, rewrite the rhyme.

Vixen, forget Paris. Please, forget Paris.

Love lingers in this empty soul of mine, with it the slow tick of time.

Though I can’t deny I roam with hearts untrue, I only want you.

It’s true, it’s only you.

I’ll always love you.