In the city where the shadows pulse,
A hologram of hope flickers, guiding us,
With every heartbeat, feeling lost in the rush,
The colors fade, but I’m alive in the chaos.
Chasing echoes in the midnight glow,
Synthesizers weep, unraveling slow,
We ride the rhythm, a digital embrace,
In a world where time and space are interlaced.
Through the static, we can break away,
Dance like stars in a cosmic ballet,
Eyes like starlight, tracing the lines,
Together in this glow, we’ll intertwine.
The glitch is a sign, a spark in the dark,
Reflections shifting, igniting the spark,
As the neon dreams unravel and blend,
We'll find our way back, where the light won’t end.
In this universe, we’re more than we seem,
Lost in the streams of a virtual dream,
With a pulse that echoes, we’ll never fade,
Every moment captured, in memories made.
So here we stand at the edge of the night,
With every heartbeat carrying us into light,
Though the world may distort, our spirits can soar,
In the warmth of this glow, we’re forevermore.
In the pulse of the moment, we forever reside,
United in the dream, where love won't hide.
Through the glitch and the haze, we find our way home,
In this neon embrace, we’re never alone.
Synthwave
Glitch, pulse, hologram, fade, rush