In the silence of the night, where the shadows creep,
Memories whisper softly, as the world falls asleep.

Through the cracks in our story, we wander alone,
In the ruins of our dreams, we rebuild from the stone.

Can we paint a tomorrow, from the scattered past?
With the brush of our voices, we’ll make these moments last.

Time has woven stories that weigh our hearts down,
Lost in conversations that echo through the town.

Through the cracks in our story, we wander alone,
In the ruins of our dreams, we rebuild from the stone.

In the pulse of the city, hear the screams and the sighs,
In every broken heartbeat, buried futures arise.

Chasing shadows and phantoms, that never say goodbye,
We breathe through the anguish, yet refuse to comply.

Through the cracks in our story, we wander alone,
In the ruins of our dreams, we rebuild from the stone.

Hold me close in the twilight, where the world seems to sway,
With our hearts intertwined, we’ll brave the fray.

And as the dawn breaks gently, we won't fade to the night,
With every step together, we’ll embrace the light.