Verse 1 There’s a child in the static, chasing sparks through the haze, Television angels hum electric praise. She’s dreaming in colors the world forgot to name, While the stars play riddles in a carnival frame. Verse 2 Paper gods in silver suits march down the street, Selling love in plastic, promises on repeat. She hums through the chaos, a ghost in the crowd, Her eyes hold a secret the wires won’t allow. Chorus Is there life in the mirrors on the moon? Do they see us dancing out of tune? While the dreamers fade in neon rooms, She keeps singing — soon, soon, soon… Verse 3 The headlines whisper, “Heaven’s on delay,” The faithful wait for signals that drift away. She paints her truth in ultraviolet skies, And trades her fear for lullabies. Verse 4 Now the curtain’s closing, the orchestra sleeps, The stage lights dim, but the memory keeps. A final note floats over the dune, Echoing softly — a mirror on the moon. Chorus (repeat) Is there life in the mirrors on the moon? Do they see us dancing out of tune? While the dreamers fade in neon rooms, She keeps singing — soon, soon, soon…
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