In a city of dreams, where the shadows play,
I’m riding the pulse of the night, feeling sway.
Lights flicker on as the echoes collide,
Chasing the rush, let the magic decide.
In the heart of the neon, where phantoms reside,
We dance through the chaos, with nowhere to hide.
Crimson reflections in a silvery stream,
We drift like a whisper, lost in a dream.
Electric emotions, they pulse through the air,
Every beat of my heart feels the surge, a flare.
Caught in the moment, as time starts to freeze,
We’re sold to the night; it’s a beautiful tease.
A rush intertwined in the shadows we draw,
In the rhythm of life, we surrender, we thaw.
Flashes of color paint stories untold,
In this spectral embrace, we ignite and unfold.
Chasing horizons, our souls intertwined,
With the light of the future, we leave the past blind.
The phantoms of time whisper secrets to keep,
In this neon embrace, we’ll dance through the deep.
As night fades to dawn, and the echoes subside,
We’ll carry the glow that the darkness defied.
While dreams may whisper, and phantom lights lift,
We drift into daylight, and the memories gift.
With every heartbeat, we’ve conquered the night,
In the surge of the neon, we found our true light.
And as the last stars fade, we shall always believe,
In the magic of moments, where we dare to weave.
Synthwave
Neon, surge, phantom, light, drift