Tiffani's Song -Same Compass, No Map

[Style: Slow grunge Brooklyn Drill , raspy female vocals, New Orleans twang underlying low distortion, brooding electric bass] [Tempo: 92 BPM] [Verse 1] Bleecker at two, glass-slick pavement and steam Taxis roll low through a technicolor dream Door hits the frame, wet leather and sweat Walking the line where the ghosts haven't met [Verse 2] Miss G takes the floor with the amps in the red Raising the rafters and waking the dead Queens in the lockstep, The queens move in sync with the fuzz of the band Spitting out fire across Lady Land [Chorus] Same compass, no map, left shoulder brushing Sidewalks are ghosts while the avenue's rushing Not running away, not heading for home Tracing the grid where the midnight is chrome [Verse 3] Midnight and glare, cheap perfume in the haze Ziggy and Debbie outwalking the days High drama, hard laughs, teeth in the grin Bruised on the outside, and locked in within [Chorus] Same compass, no map, left shoulder brushing Sidewalks are ghosts while the avenue's rushing Not running away, not heading for home Tracing the grid where the midnight is chrome [Bridge] (Raspy breakdown) Alleyway shout, arm on the bone Corner of seventh, bitter and blown Gutter gold, flickering low— [Outro] Keep on the track Ziggy in front, boys in the back Same direction No question [Fade to feedback hum]