In the retro wave of dreams,
We find ourselves in neon streams,
Where the shadows dance like lightning,
And the night is electric, so inviting.
Feel the surge of motion rise,
As we lose ourselves beneath the skies,
Every heartbeat syncs in time,
To the rhythm pulsing through the night.
Lost within this shimmering glow,
We ride the highs, let the tension flow,
Flights of fantasy on vapor trails,
In a world where no one else prevails.
Surfing whispers on the breeze,
Carving stories through the trees,
Memory sparks beneath the stars,
Every moment captured, never far.
So let’s drift away on this celestial tide,
With every color swirling as our guide,
Finding solace in the echoes loud,
In this retro wave, we’re lost in the crowd.
Our silhouettes in twilight fade,
As we write our dreams, unafraid,
In the pulses of the heartbeats’ call,
We discover infinity, embracing it all.
So take my hand, we’ll chase the light,
Through cosmic nights, losing track of time,
In the retro wave, we'll make our stand,
With every dream, we’ll rewrite the land.
And as the dawn begins to gleam,
We’ll wake from this electric dream,
But forever we’ll cherish the echoes we’ve made,
In the rhythm of the night, never to fade.
Synthwave
retro, wave, dream, surge, motion