In the glow of vintage soul,
Where moonlight whispers, we lose control,
Fragile hopes dance in the twilight's embrace,
A quiet longing, a wanting space.
The distant colors paint the night,
As we roam, looking for what feels right,
With every step, a silent rebellion grows,
Breaking through the chains of all we know.
With a wandering heart that loves too deep,
In shadows where the broken rhythm weeps,
We trace the lines of dreams unfurled,
In the luminous haze of this gentle world.
Hold onto the promises worn and frayed,
In moments fleeting, but never betrayed,
As we chase the horizon, find a way back home,
In the echoes of our laughter, we’ll never be alone.
And when the stars begin to fade,
We'll find our solace, no need to be swayed,
For in the stillness, there's a truth we find,
In every heartbeat, our souls intertwined.
So let the fragile hopes soar like a bird,
In the quiet space, let your voice be heard,
With each whisper, let love's light convene,
In the dance of the night, we live the dream.
In the end, as the shadows roll away,
We'll hold the memories, come what may,
With a wandering heart, forever we'll roam,
Finding our rhythm, we’ll always feel home.
Indie
Vintage soul, Moonlight whispers, Fragile hope, Wandering heart, Silent rebellion, Distant colors, Broken rhythm