歌詞

Electric lines against the blue

Tracing the path to something new

Silver echoes on the street

Counting the rhythm of our feet

Colors bleed in the city light

Fading away the edge of night

Wait for the signal, wait for the sign

Merging the circles into a line

Gliding through the neon haze

Lost in a geometric maze

Every beat is a spark of gold

Watching the story as it unfolds

Digital wind in a concrete forest

Singing a verse without a chorus

Crystal patterns on the glass

Watching the silent shadows pass

Spinning in a prism of sound

Feet never touching the solid ground

Caught in a loop of a perfect day

Losing the words we meant to say

High-rise dreams and silver dust

In the rhythm, we find our trust

Higher and higher, we drift away

Gliding through the neon haze

Lost in a geometric maze

Every beat is a spark of gold

Telling a story that never gets old