Echoes of Unlived Days

[Verse 1] My heart aches for Berlin’s proud, restless skies, Where silk-scarf pilots laughed through propeller sighs. Blue canals whisper, kites dance in the breeze— I’d trade my soul to sit there, lost in the freeze. [Chorus] Oh, these echoes of days I never knew, Streets of longing, soaked in midnight dew. If I had wings, I’d chase the sun’s last cry, To peaks of neverwhere, where forgotten dreams fly. [Verse 2] I’d ride steam trains through Italy’s cold spine, Find Minou’s father in the pines, one last sign. Japan’s lone teacher, his student’s fragile breath— If love were medicine, I’d cheat tuberculosis, cheat death. [Chorus] Oh, these echoes of days I never knew, Streets of longing, soaked in midnight dew. If I had wings, I’d chase the sun’s last cry, To peaks of neverwhere, where forgotten dreams fly. [Bridge] Jean Valjean’s fist—justice in a thief’s disguise, Cosette’s cold heart, a wound in Javert’s eyes. Don Quixote, let’s gallop past Marseille’s shore, To Monte Cristo’s isle, where Papillon’s chains roar! We’d break him free, send him west on the tide, Beg the Godfather: “Take him to Corleone’s pride.” I’d apologize for missing his daughter’s white veil, Swear I’ll repay him—in some timeless tale. [Verse 3] New York to Sicily, the wind steals our schemes, All that’s left of me? Dust in library seams. The Teacher’s cough fades, Minou’s tears dry, But my name’s just a footnote in some old goodbye. [Chorus] Oh, these echoes of days I never knew, Streets of longing, soaked in midnight dew. If I had wings, I’d chase the sun’s last cry, To peaks of neverwhere, where forgotten dreams fly. [Outro] Now by my window, ghosts hum lullabies, Unlived adventures bleed through twilight’s eyes. Maybe tomorrow, a train through the mist Will carry me where nostalgia doesn’t exist…