Mr. Wicker

Lyrics

[INTRO] Whispers in the night, a city hums, A name on lips, a dream that hums. [VERSE 1] There's a man named Mr. Wicker, a shadow in the glow, Dreaming of him when the liquor's gone, he’s the only one I know. A mystery, a phantom, a story yet untold, I want his smoke, his fire, in the night so cold. He smokes that cigarette, red and leather jacket tight, Eyes that hold the purest pain, yet still he keeps the fight. They say he’s born in Midwest, a whisper from East Minnesota, A legend in the alleyways of a city that’s braver than the rain. [CHORUS] Mr. Wicker, oh Mr. Wicker, keep the mystery alive, In the smoke, in the night, the world feels just like a dream. Your eyes can kill with love, your presence sharp like a knife, Mr. Wicker, oh Mr. Wicker, you’re the heartbeat of this rhythm. [VERSE 2] Olaf’s family, the Machine Gun gang, stories carved in steel, Downtown Los, old Seattle, the nights that never feel real. They don’t mess with Wicker, the streets know his name, A phantom in the darkness, igniting every flame. He walks the moonlit boulevard, a silhouette of fate, The city’s pulse in his footsteps, a rhythm that can’t wait. From the rusted train tracks to the neon-lit street, His legend grows louder, a pulse that’s hard to beat. [CHORUS] Mr. Wicker, oh Mr. Wicker, keep the mystery alive, In the smoke, in the night, the world feels just like a dream. Your eyes can kill with love, your presence sharp like a knife, Mr. Wicker, oh Mr. Wicker, you’re the heartbeat of this rhythm. [BRIDGE] Under midnight's velvet, he whispers in the wind, Every secret, every sorrow, a story that never ends. The