In a world that spins so fast,
We collect our dreams like whispers,
But they fade away, crumbling glass.
Through the echoing tides of memory,
We ride on waves of the unspoken,
Lost in the currents of fragile rhythm,
Each heartbeat a promise, unbroken.
Shadowed light spills across our skin,
Painting stories where shadows dare,
In the spaces between our laughter,
We find the truths that lay bare.
And oh, how the night holds secrets,
Beneath the stars, we share our fears,
Despite the fleeting truth of moments,
We’ll etch our names through the years.
We'll dance on edges of yesterday,
As the world spins round, unkind,
With paper hearts wrapped in colors,
We’ll chase the dreams we’ll never find.
So here beneath the silver glow,
We’ll weave our tales as the shadows grow,
In the fading light, we stand united,
Against the tides where fate has decided.
And when the dawn breaks through the night,
With tender breaths, we’ll take our flight,
For every paper heart that’s torn apart,
We’ll gather the pieces and make a new start.
In the end, it’s love that remains,
Through the echoing tides and fragile veins,
So let’s hold tight to what feels right,
As we fade into the soft morning light.
Indie
Paper hearts, echoing tides, fragile rhythm, shadowed light, fleeting truth
Indie
Paper hearts, echoing tides, fragile rhythm, shadowed light, fleeting truth