"Echoes on the Air"

(Verse 1)

Driving through the violet haze,

Golden lights blur through the rain.

"Je t’aime," you whispered, soft and slow,

Like a verse in an old radio show.

(Pre-Chorus)

Velvet skies, the moon’s our muse,

Every chord feels déjà vu.

Dolce amore, the night’s alive,

Like Paris in a lullaby.

(Chorus)

Radio dreams, floating in the breeze,

Whispered words, like ghosts through the trees.

Amour perdu, but it lingers there,

Soft echoes on the midnight air.

(Verse 2)

Cigarettes and wine-stained lips,

Fingers trace forgotten scripts.

"L’amore è eterno," you used to say,

But the stars seemed to drift away.

(Pre-Chorus)

Velvet skies, the moon’s our muse,

Every chord feels déjà vu.

Dolce amore, the night’s alive,

Like Florence in a lullaby.

(Chorus)

Radio dreams, floating in the breeze,

Whispered words, like ghosts through the trees.

Amour perdu, but it lingers there,

Soft echoes on the midnight air.

(Bridge)

We danced where shadows kissed the ground,

“Per sempre,” your voice, a haunting sound.

Like a vinyl spinning through the years,

Our melody fades, but the memory’s clear.

(Chorus)

Radio dreams, floating in the breeze,

Whispered words, like ghosts through the trees.

Amour perdu, but it lingers there,

Soft echoes on the midnight air.

(Outro)

Driving through the violet haze,

Your silhouette begins to fade.

But "je t’aime" lingers, soft and slow,

A haunting verse on the radio.