In the neon pulse of night,
We dance beneath the fractured light,
Heartbeat syncing with the beat,
In a world where chaos feels so sweet.
Glitches spark like electric dreams,
Flowing through these vivid streams,
Rhythm rising, lost in time,
Wrapped in echoes, so sublime.
Whispers fade, but we ignite,
Chasing shadows, taking flight,
Colors splash, pure energy,
Connected in this synergy.
Swaying softly to the sound,
In this moment, we are bound,
Fragments of a lost surreal,
Feel the ache, the love we steal.
Twisted patterns, bright and strong,
In this glitch, we both belong,
Chasing stardust through the haze,
Living lost in neon ways.
As the dawn prepares to break,
With every pulse, the earth shall shake,
Promises glimmer, holding tight,
In the neon pulse of the night.
So we'll write our dreams in light,
Fading slowly, taking flight,
In the rhythm, we find our way,
Together in this endless sway.
And as the colors start to blend,
Know this magenta never ends,
With every heartbeat, love will grow,
In perfect flow, we’ll let it go.
Electronic
Pulse, glitch, rhythm, flow, neon