Echoes in the Garage

In the garage where echoes hide, Thunder's roar gets swallowed by the tide. Concrete walls hold back the storm, Whispers turn to deafening horn.

Beneath the city's restless sky, Soundproofed dreams take flight high. Echoes dance with every beat, In this place where silence meets.

Thunder's pulse in the dampened air, Garage walls hold the thunder's flair. Echoes sing in the soundproofed night, Where every note finds its light.

Underneath the concrete dome, Thunder's echo, a rumbling home. Silent songs in the noisy space, Where every sound has its place.

Through the walls, the thunder's call, In this garage, it all does sprawl. Dampened by the soundproofing, Yet still, the thunder's voice is strong.

Garage walls, a thunderous stage, Where every note finds its rage. Echoes in the dampened air, In this space, thunder's there.

Thunder's pulse, a garage anthem, In this space, it's never silent. Echoes sing in the soundproofed night, Where every note takes flight.