(Verse 1) The neon gods hum in the parking lot, flickering like a dying thought. You press your palm to the glass and laugh— "Nothing’s wrong, but nothing’s caught." (Pre-Chorus) Static in the satellite’s eye, counting the cars as they blur by. If love’s a frequency, we’re out of range, just white noise and a half-smoked lie. (Chorus) Burn the maps, let the streetlights sway, we’re ghosts in the dashboard’s glow. The engine hums a lullaby, but darling, we don’t have to go. (Verse 2) Your fingertips trace the radio waves, tuning in to some old mistake. The city exhales through cigarette breaks, while we rewrite our own escape. (Bridge) Midnight’s a thief with a velvet touch, stealing the seconds we’ll miss too much. But the night’s still young, and so are we— just shadows dancing in a borrowed dream. (Chorus) Burn the maps, let the streetlights sway, we’re ghosts in the dashboard’s glow. The engine hums a lullaby, but darling, we don’t have to go. (Outro) The highway’s a river, the moon’s a shard, and we’re just echoes in a junkyard. But if the world ends tonight, at least we got the rhythm right.
