
A little more from the steampunk world.
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
In a world of gears and dusty haze,
Steam rises high through twisted maze,
A pinch of spice, a flash of brass,
As shadows dance in smoky glass.
[Chorus]
Steam and spice, fire and steel,
Turning wheels make the world surreal,
In the clash of gears, in the heart of night,
Feel the burn, feel the bite.
[Verse 2]
Flamenco strums on cobbled stone,
Echoes of heat, of stories unknown,
With every spin, the smoke gets thick,
The spice ignites, the heartbeats quick.
[Chorus]
Steam and spice, fire and steel,
Turning wheels make the world surreal,
In the clash of gears, in the heart of night,
Feel the burn, feel the bite.
[Bridge]
Through gears that grind and pistons pound,
Secrets hidden, lost then found,
In dusty corners, embers glow,
Where spice and swing together flow.
[Verse 3]
In brass and lace, the dancers spin,
Bound to the rhythm, fire within,
With every pulse, the night takes hold,
In steam and spice, both fierce and bold.
[Chorus]
Steam and spice, fire and steel,
Turning wheels make the world surreal,
In the clash of gears, in the heart of night,
Feel the burn, feel the bite.
[Outro]
As dawn breaks on cobbled streets,
The spice fades slow, the steam retreats,
But echoes linger, bold and nice,
The taste remains of steam and spice.