[00:00 Intro]
(soft vocoder “ahh,” vinyl crackle, subway-ambience)
[00:12 Verse 1]
You were a flare in the high-rise haze,
Polaroid moon on a fire-escape.
We drew our names in the steam of the trains,
Turned midnight coffee into chapel flames.
Your laugh made the billboards blink,
Kaleidoscope eyes in a sink-or-swim city.
We stitched two broken phone screens pink,
And swore to make the static pretty.
[00:40 Pre-Chorus]
If we fall, let’s fall like confetti satellites,
Tracing hearts on the smog-soft sky.
If we break, we’ll bend into haloed lines—
Say you’ll stay, say you’ll try.
[00:55 Chorus]
Light me like a city at midnight,
Run me through your veins of gold.
Turn the noise into daylight,
Take the lonely out of cold.
Every rooftop singing our names, our names—
Echoes in electric rain.
Hold me where the thunder is kind,
We bloom in neon rain.
[01:25 Drop/Post]
(“we bloom, bloom—neon rain”—pitched vocal chops)
(analog arp + side-chain pads; kick on 1 & 3)
[01:40 Verse 2]
We traded our fear for a paper plane,
Launched it across the Hudson wind.
Maps on our skin of the places we’ve been,
Stars on our shoes where the pavement thins.
You said, “Faith is a signal that fades,
Until two transmitters align.”
So tune me to your wildfire waves—
I’ll answer on the brightest line.
[02:08 Pre-Chorus]
If we fall, we’ll fall into ultraviolet light,
Set the crosswalks all aglow.
If we break, we’ll make a cathedral tonight—
Say you’ll leap, say “Let’s go.”
[02:22 Chorus]
Light me like a city at midnight,
Run me through your veins of gold.
Turn the noise into daylight,
Take the lonely out of cold.
Every rooftop singing our names, our names—
Echoes in electric rain.
Hold me where the thunder is kind,
We bloom in neon rain.
[02:52 Bridge]
No crown, no throne, just breath and bone,
Two meteors learning to dance.
I don’t need a map for miracles—
Your pulse is my expanse.
[03:00 Final Chorus/Outro]
Light me like a city at midnight,
Count to three, then set us free.
When the silence tries to dim us,
We reply in harmony:
Our names, our names on the night-train panes—
Bright as a thousand frames.
Hold me where the thunder is kind,
We bloom in neon rain…
