Verse 1
We plug into a quiet future, pixel lung inhale the light, your hand fits mine like code that remembers how to hold the night. Neon dawn on borrowed faces, gardens grow where wires sing. Every sorrow learns to soften, every wound a gilded thing.
Pre-chorus
But even silver tastes like salt when screens replace the rain, I trade the thorns for satin blooms, and still I feel pain.
Chorus
In this VR globe, we’ll rise to a sweeter world of kinder skies, we will build a love that glows and never fades, a paradise in glowing bytes. Yet all the better hits the bitter seed; the proof that something true has to die, we will kiss beneath the circuit moon and miss the way the thunder cried.
Verse 2
Your laughter echoes through the verses, sold as summer borrowed breath, we stitch our shadows to the skyline, promise life that cheats at death. I map the constellations of your eyelids, learn the grammar of your sights, but every perfect line, I keep a fingerprint of lies.
Pre-chorus
There’s solace in the smooth and certain, a balm for ragged hearts, still I wonder if the comfort cost the map we used to chart.
Chorus
In this VR globe, we’ll rise- a sweeter world of kinder skies, we will build a love that flows and never fades, a paradise in glowing byters. Yet all the better hits the bitter seed; the proof that something true has to die, we will miss beneath the circuit moon and miss the way the thunder cried.
Bridge
Philosophers of silicon, as if feeling needs a pulse, are we less if love is simulated, or more if pain convulses? I hold your hand and taste the future-glucose, ozone, light-
I’d choose this crafted tenderness if not for one small fight: The heart remembers gravity, remembers soil and flame, it keeps a ledger of the losses, names the losses without shame.
Chorus ( soldr then rising)
In this VR globe, we’ll rise to a sweeter world of kinder skies, we will build a love that flows and never fades, a paradise in glowing byters. But sweetness leaves a trailing ache, a trace of what the world required; we’ll dance on screen with trembling joy and dream of storms we once admired.
Outro
So let us walk these digital avenues; let pixels be our wine. I’ll love you in the lighted calm; I will mourn the mess that was left behind. If life is better, let it be, and bitter as a prayer, we’ll learn to taste both sugar and salt, together, anywhere-
Even here, inside a VR globe, beneath a fragile, borrowed air.
