Under the concrete sky we're counting our scars, Where dreams mix with truth and neon moonlight stars. We rise from the ashes of shattered promises and pain, In the echo of our verses, we find hope again.

Lost in the whispers of a midnight sky

Moonlight falling where dreams collide

Trace my steps on the galaxy’s floor

See the stars fade and beg for more.

In twilight’s quiet, ancient echoes play, A whispered promise drifts upon the air; Forgotten nights surrender to the day, Hope unfurls its prayer, tender and fair.

In the midnight’s bleeding hour, I hear you there, A whisper through the dark, beyond despair. Glowing hues ignite, so soft, so rare, A tender flame that rises, pure and fair.

In the pallid glow of a dying streetlamp, I wander corridors of whispered sins. Shadows curl like smoke around my scars, As forgotten prayers drift off on the wind.

Lights are low swing in the air

People smiling everywhere

Step in time let it flow

Take it easy nice and slow.

The frost bites the skyline in frozen white dreams

Neon reflects off icy street streams

Shadows stretch long in the cold moonlight

City of Winter

A strange kind of bright.

In the midnight glow our hearts ignite, A surge of flame in endless night, Whispers of wonder, secrets untold— In your eyes, a passion fierce and bold.

The stars call out in distant hues, Each heartbeat feels like breaking through. I’m lost beneath the sky’s refrain, In the endless rhythm, love remains.

The city hums, a restless song,

But here with you is where we belong.

A quiet night, the world subdued,

The stars above, our interlude.