歌詞
[Verse 1]
You talk like thunder in a borrowed coat,
Leave crooked little promises afloat.
Your threats don't make my hands shake,
I know the difference between bluff and break.
[Pre-Chorus]
Keep your eyes on every step I take,
Keep on testing how much ground I'll make.
[Chorus]
Karma keeps a quiet ledger, dear,
And every debt comes due right here.
I don't beg, I don't bow,
The truth comes walking in somehow.
Keep on crossing that thin red line—
Soon enough, the hour will be mine.
[Verse 2]
You twist a story till the edges fray,
Then act surprised when it won't stay that way.
Disrespect is cheap; the bill is not,
And time remembers every thing you thought forgot.
[Pre-Chorus]
Keep your eyes on every step I take,
Keep on testing how much ground I'll make.
[Chorus]
Karma keeps a quiet ledger, dear,
And every debt comes due right here.
I don't beg, I don't bow,
The truth comes walking in somehow.
Keep on crossing that thin red line—
Soon enough, the hour will be mine.
[Bridge]
No raised fist, no borrowed crown,
I stand my ground; I won't be turned around.
When the facts come through the door,
You'll know what all that talking was for.
[Final Chorus]
Karma keeps a quiet ledger, dear,
And every debt comes due right here.
I don't beg, I don't bow,
The truth comes walking in somehow.
Keep on crossing that thin red line—
Soon enough, the hour will be mine.
[Outro]
Keep watching, keep provoking—
Truth has a way of showing.
音楽のスタイル
Male jazz vocal, smoky late-night hard bop with a sly, deliberate swing; upright bass walking beneath brushed snare and dry ride cymbal, spare piano comping and muted trumpet answering the vocal. Begin intimate and restrained, build into a forceful swinging refrain, then finish with a clipped piano-and-bass tag. Close-miked baritone, crisp consonants, conversational phrasing, vintage small-club room sound and warm natural mix.