[Intro — filtered vocal / atmosphere]
I remember the city when it swallowed the sun,
Two shadows running like we had nowhere to run.
Your hand in mine, no map, no plan,
Just a heartbeat louder than the noise of the land.
[Verse 1]
We were chasing moments we could never keep,
Writing our names where the waves hit the street.
Every goodbye felt like a temporary thing,
Every scar was just another song we’d sing.
We were broken in places nobody could see,
Trying to find who we were supposed to be.
But when the lights went down and the world went cold,
You were the fire I could still hold.
[Pre-Chorus — rising]
And if tomorrow steals the night away,
If the memories start to fade,
Promise me we’ll never let go
Of the feeling we found in the unknown.
[Build]
Oh, we were more than a moment…
More than a photograph…
We were lightning in a bottle…
Trying to make it last…
[DROP]
This is the last time we’re young,
The last time we’re running from the sun.
So turn it up, let the speakers break,
Let the whole world feel the earthquake.
We’re not afraid of the fall,
We’re not afraid of losing it all.
Tonight we’re infinite, tonight we’re alive,
Chasing forever under neon skies.
[Post-Drop Vocal Hook]
Oh-oh-oh…
Don’t let the feeling go.
Oh-oh-oh…
We were made for this moment.
[Verse 2]
I see your reflection in the rearview glass,
Like a ghost of a future and a ghost of the past.
We had nothing but a dream and a borrowed car,
But somehow we felt like we already had stars.
The world told us slow down, grow up, move on,
But some things are worth holding onto when they’re gone.
Because time only takes what you let it steal,
And some nights are too real to ever feel unreal.
[Bridge — breakdown]
If we disappear tomorrow,
If the lights stop shining bright,
I’ll still hear your voice echo
Through the speakers of my mind.
[Final Drop]
This is the last time we’re young,
So let the bass shake the blood in our lungs.
No more waiting, no more running away,
We were born for a night like today.
When the sunrise finds us alone,
We’ll know we made a place called home.
Not in a city, not in a name—
But in the fire, the rush, the flame.
[Outro]
The last time we’re young…
The last time we run…
But we’ll never forget
What we became.
