In the Prism Drive, where shadows play,
Glimmered lights spark in the twilight sway,
Silent rush of colors, the night untold,
Whispers of the future, a story to unfold.
Winding tone of echoes, a haunting refrain,
Taking us higher, lost in the digital rain,
Celestial flow beneath the neon sky,
Chasing our reflections as we drift and fly.
Fingers dancing lightly on this silver key,
Unlocking secret worlds where we can just be,
Mirrored corridors that twist through time,
Electrified heartbeat, a dream so sublime.
Neon signs flicker, guiding our way,
Shattering the silence with the words we say,
Floating through the currents, hearts synchronized,
In the pulse of the moment, we’re mesmerized.
From pixelated pasts, we escape the frame,
Every light a story, never quite the same,
In this synthesized echo, we find our place,
Embracing the dreamscape, lost in time and space.
As the distant stars begin to collide,
With every fleeting moment, we gather the tide,
Together we’ll wander, forever entwined,
In the rhythm of love that the night has designed.
So let’s chase the horizon until the dawn breaks,
In this vibrant journey, whatever it takes,
With a heart full of wonder, we'll say our goodbyes,
As the lights start to fade, under starlit skies.
Synthwave
Prism Drive, Glimmered Lights, Silent Rush, Winding Tone, Celestial Flow