In the flicker of a neon dream,
We dance on shadows, caught in the gleam,
With every heartbeat, the world fades away,
A whisper of time, no words left to say.
Fleeting moments, like leaves in the wind,
We gather the fragments, where love had been,
In the chaos of night, we’re lost and found,
Crimson dusk wraps around as we spin, unbound.
The shattered glass reflects our reckless embrace,
Each shard, a memory, in this sacred space,
Hollow echoes, they haunt the silence so deep,
A melody lingering, in secrets we keep.
Chasing the stars through the mist of regret,
We’re weaving the stories we’ll never forget,
Underneath the electric pulse lighting the way,
We’ll carve our names on the edges of day.
As the dawn breaks, painting skies in gold,
We stand on the ruins of dreams left untold,
With every breath, we’ll ignite our own flame,
In the aftermath, nothing ever stays the same.
Electric whispers, our spirits collide,
Through every heartbeat, with nothing to hide,
In the moments that linger, we’ll make our stand,
Carved through the night, hand in hand, we have planned.
So here we are, with the night to inspire,
Finding our way in the dance of desire,
As the echoes fade softly, let love be our guide,
In the warmth of your gaze, I’ll forever abide.
Alternative
Electric pulse, shattered glass, fleeting moments, hollow echoes, crimson dusk
Alternative
Electric pulse, shattered glass, fleeting moments, hollow echoes, crimson dusk