Lyric

Clocks melt slow, in my open hands

Dust of youth turns into golden strands

Every scar becomes a map I trust

Every loss just rearranges dust

The skyline folds, the echo hums

But I’m not chasing where I’ve come

In every glitch, a spark appears

The end of time is how it clears

I’m growing forward, not just old

In fading light, I find my gold

The seconds bloom, they never die

We age the future, not goodbye

The air is made of unseen tones

The years compose my fragile bones

Yet in decay, I see design

A rhythm buried in decline

The skyline folds, the echo hums

But I’m not chasing where I’ve come

In every glitch, a spark appears

The end of time is how it clears

I’m growing forward, not just old

In fading light, I find my gold

The seconds bloom, they never die

We age the future, not goodbye

My pulse is slow, but never still

The stars adapt to what I will

A world reborn in every breath

No fear of time, no fear of death

I’m growing forward, not just old

In fading light, I find my gold

The seconds bloom, they never die

We age the future — we multiply