Hologram flickers in a mercury glow
Your voice dissolves in the undertow
Cigarette embers trace the past
Fading slow... fading fast
Rain paints patterns on a broken screen
Shadows stretch where we used to be
Neon sermons in the midnight air
But no one's left to say the prayer
Velvet ashes, sinking slow
Burnt-out echoes, undertow
Whispers curl like silver smoke
Was it real? we'll never know
Saxophone weeps through electric veins
Love rewound but never plays
Drifting soft through violet seams
A fractured reel of lucid dreams
Velvet ashes, sinking slow
Burnt-out echoes, undertow
Whispers curl like silver smoke
Was it real? we'll never know
Radio hums a song from before
Frequencies lost in the static war
One last flicker, one last trace
But nothing holds, nothing stays...