In the twilight where the shadows play,
Crimson whispers call my name,
Through the alleys of forgotten dreams,
Where nothing's ever quite the same.
I wander down these empty roads,
Haunted by the tales we've spun,
Ghosts of laughter linger near,
Beneath the watchful fading sun.
The echoes dance upon the air,
In every step, a memory flows,
Fragments of us in the amber light,
Where the wild wind softly blows.
We once painted skies in boldest hues,
Now the canvas fades to grey,
Yet the heart still beats with fervor,
In the silence where we used to play.
With every turn, the past unwinds,
A melody that won't let go,
Though time has wearied the stars above,
Still, the fire within us glows.
So I’ll trace the paths we left behind,
In the labyrinth of our dreams,
Finding solace in the whispers,
Where hope is more than it seems.
And though the roads are empty now,
I carry you in every seam,
Through the crimson night, I’ll wander on,
Forever searching for lost dreams.
With a gentle sigh, I’ll let you go,
But in this heart, your light will gleam,
As twilight fades to morning's grace,
I’ll cherish you, my forgotten dream.
Indie
Crimson, whispers, forgotten dreams, empty roads