Experience the haunting allure of 'Incognito,' a synthpop and new wave masterpiece that captures the essence of nighttime city life through the eyes of a solitary figure. This deeply nostalgic track weaves a tale of obsession and anonymity as a man drifts through the urban landscape, unraveling his own existence while fixating on a stranger’s routine. With mesmerizing synths and a driving beat, the song immerses listeners in a world of shadows, ghosts, and the quest for connection in solitude.
Verse 1:
In the neon glow, I wander alone,
Through the empty streets, a heart made of stone.
City lights flicker, shadows dance in my mind,
I’m just a ghost, in a world left behind.
Chorus:
Incognito, drifting through the night,
Chasing silhouettes, out of sight.
Obsession whispers, under the starry dome,
Each step I take, pulls me further from home.
Verse 2:
I fixate on a stranger, lost in their routine,
Not love that I seek, but the feeling unseen.
Eyes like mirrors, reflecting my despair,
In their world of laughter, I’m just a fading glare.
Chorus:
Incognito, drifting through the night,
Chasing silhouettes, out of sight.
Obsession whispers, under the starry dome,
Each step I take, pulls me further from home.
Bridge:
Unraveling dreams, I’m caught in the fray,
Am I the ghost, or the one who’s astray?
A dance with the silence, a waltz with the past,
In the city of shadows, where moments won't last.
Chorus:
Incognito, drifting through the night,
Chasing silhouettes, out of sight.
Obsession whispers, under the starry dome,
Each step I take, pulls me further from home.
Outro:
So here I remain, in this twilight parade,
Unseen and unraveling, a ghost that won't fade.
In the heart of the city, I silently roam,
Incognito forever, this night is my home.
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A synthpop, new wave, nostalgic masterpiece by Kavinsky, Phoenix and Digitalism, the song is called Incognito, the plot: A man drifts through the city at night, unseen and unraveling.
He fixates on a stranger’s routine — not out of love, but to feel alive again.
Lost between obsession and anonymity, he becomes the ghost he’s chasing.
Kavinsky, Phoenix and Digitalism