歌詞

Shadows fall where the streetlights bend

A flicker of fate, a whisper's end

The moon wears a veil of silver and gloom

Painting the night with a somber tune

Steps echo soft on a cobblestone trail

Each heartbeat sharp, like a needle in the gale

The air is thick, and the stars don’t gleam

Caught in the sway of a fragile dream

Oh, take my hand, though the night's so cold

Feel the fire that the silence holds

We’ll face the dark with a trembling might

In this fleeting dance of wrong and right

The trumpet wails like a siren's plea

In the shadows of fate, will we be free?

A fragile edge where the worlds collide

The ticking clock holds no place to hide

The piano weeps on a trembling key

Notes that linger in a sharp decree

We’re ghosts of hope in a fleeting sky

For as dawn approaches, we’ll rise or die

Oh, take my hand, though the night's so cold

Feel the fire that the silence holds

We’ll face the dark with a trembling might

In this fleeting dance of wrong and right