In the city where the shadows play,
We drift like whispers, lost in the gray,
With paper wings that flutter and fall,
Chasing the light, though we’re feeling so small.
Gentle memories brushed by the breeze,
Faded rebellion on the streets with ease,
We paint our hopes on the cracked concrete,
Dusty dreams echo in the soft heartbeat.
The rain taps softly on window panes,
Drawing the lines of our silent refrains,
Quiet tears mingle with the city sound,
In urban echoes, our hearts are found.
Through alleyways where the lost reside,
We sing our stories, embracing the tide,
Each note a struggle, each chord a scar,
Illuminated by the glow of a star.
As autumn leaves dance to the ground,
We're searching for solace, a place to be found,
With paper wings soaring beyond the fray,
In the indie storm, we’ll find our way.
So let’s gather the whispers, hold them so dear,
In every heartbeat, let go of the fear,
With every step, let the echoes remind,
In this urban maze, together we climb.
And when the night fades to morning light,
We'll trace our steps through the absence of fright,
For in every echo, our dreams intertwine,
Carried on whispers, our hearts will align.
Indie
Indie storm, Paper wings, Gentle memories, Dusty dreams, Urban echoes, Faded rebellion, Quiet tears