The sun has dipped, the shadows wane,
Where echoes of our laughter fade,
Crimson dreams on empty roads,
Through tangled paths where we once strode.
In the stillness, the whispers call,
Of forgotten secrets lost in time,
A map of moments scattered wide,
With every step, a silent rhyme.
We chased the stars, felt lightning's spark,
But the city's pulse turned to a dark,
Among the ruins, our hopes took flight,
Now we dance with ghosts beneath the night.
The wind carries tales we left behind,
While shadows stretch and intertwine,
With every breath, I hear your name,
Like a haunting tune that won't disclaim.
In twilight's grasp, we find our souls,
Orchards of dreams stitched from our roles,
Where laughter lingers in the air,
And time dissolves those depths of care.
The moonlight paints the streets in gold,
Beneath its gaze, the stories unfold,
As the night whispers in silken tones,
We weave our hearts into the stones.
And though the roads may feel alone,
We trace our steps to find our home,
In the fleeting hours, we'll hold the light,
With crimson whispers guiding us tonight.
So let the winds carry our refrain,
A melody wrapped in joy and pain,
With every heartbeat, we will ignite,
The gentle glow of dreams in flight.
When morning breaks and shadows cease,
We'll walk these paths with hearts at peace,
For in the silence, we’ll find the spark,
And hold our whispers in the dark.
Indie
Crimson, whispers, forgotten dreams, empty roads