Ghosts in the Arcade

Flickering lights on a broken screen,

Pockets full of faded dreams.

The high score's frozen, the game's long done –

but I still chase what we began.

8-bit voices in the wires,

calling through electric fires.

Dust and echoes fill this place –

a haunted hall of time and space.

We're just ghosts in the arcade,

lost where memories fade.

Pixel hearts in static time –

press rewind, relive the climb.

We're ghosts in the arcade,

trapped in the love we made.

No escape, can't move on –

the past plays loud when we are gone.

You and I in neon nights,

blazing trails in laser lights.

We were heroes, bold and bright –

now just shadows in the fight.

Glitching thoughts and joystick hearts,

game over tearing us apart.

Still I hear that retro sound –

it's calling me from battlegrounds.

We're just ghosts in the arcade,

lost where memories fade.

Pixel hearts in static time –

press rewind, relive the climb.

We're ghosts in the arcade,

trapped in the love we made.

No escape, can't move on –

the past plays loud when we are gone.

Insert coin to feel again,

resurrect what we had then.

Neon tears and glowing scars –

we're fading lights in dying stars.

Still just ghosts in the arcade,

wandering through yesterday.

Flicker dreams that never die –

we live inside the lullaby.

We're ghosts in the arcade...

but at least we played.