In the shadows where the whispers sigh,
Indie tears are falling from a painted sky,
Chasing echoes of a time long past,
Through the urban silence, where dreams are cast.
Pastel dreams in the evening glow,
Flickering gently like a flickering show,
A gentle storm brews within my chest,
Painting the canvas where my heart can rest.
Lost echoes linger in the corners of my mind,
Tangled in the stories that we once combined,
Rusty memories, like faded photographs,
Bring the warmth of laughter as I quietly laugh.
Oh, let the wandering light guide my way,
As I roam the streets of yesterday,
In the dance of shadows, I’ll find my song,
In the rhythm of life where we all belong.
Each step echoes softly on the cobblestones,
In a city of songs that no one owns,
With every heartbeat, I feel the pull,
Of all the gentle storms that once made me whole.
So here’s to the moments that turned to gold,
The stories of us that will never grow old,
Through the urban silence where memories entwine,
I'll carry the essence of your heart with mine.
And as I stand where the past meets the light,
I’ll treasure these whispers, soft as night,
For every tear and every dream,
In this wandering journey, we’re still a team.
So let the music play in this sacred space,
A melody lingering with every trace,
And as the dusk falls, I’ll find my peace,
In the warmth of your smile, my soul's release.
Indie
Indie tears, Rusty memories, Urban silence, Gentle storm, Wandering light, Lost echoes, Pastel dreams