Fly Me to the Moon

I see your shadow in the neon rain,

Every corner whispers your name.

You burned too bright, too fast, too soon,

Now I’m chasing ghosts under a silver moon.

And I still hear your voice inside,

“Keep running, Lucy, don’t hide.”

But the city’s cold, and so am I,

Since you went out into the sky.

Fly me to the moon, where dreams don’t fade,

Where Night City can’t take what love once made.

If legends die young, I’ll still be true,

‘Cause even on the moon… I’ll wait for you.

I wear your jacket when the lights turn low,

Still smells like chrome and vertigo.

I see the stars, but they don’t shine,

Not without your hand in mine.

You said one day we’d make it far,

But dreams don’t fit in stolen cars.

Now I’m drifting through your memory,

Just a ghost in the circuitry.

Fly me to the moon, where dreams don’t fade,

Where Night City can’t take what love once made.

If legends die young, I’ll still be true,

‘Cause even on the moon… I’ll wait for you.

Maybe you’re out there, watching me,

From the stars, from eternity.

I’ll run forever, through light and pain,

Till the moon calls your name again.

Neon tears on my face,

I still see your last embrace.

Night City sleeps, but I don’t too —

‘Cause somewhere out there…

I’m still running to you.