[Fragment I — Raye] We were just girls with meteors in our hands, trying to shape the sky like it would listen. We thought the world was waiting for our names to fall like fire. (long breath) But I still feel that heat in the back of my mind, like a flame that never learned how to age. ⸻ [Refrain Motif — All, whispered] Stardust on my fingers… Can’t wash it away… Stardust in the silence… Still calling my name… ⸻ [Fragment II — Lux] Remember the late-night rooftops? We didn’t know what fame was yet. Didn’t know what pressure felt like or how heavy a glitter crown could be. We just sang because singing kept us breathing. Sometimes I miss those versions of us — the ones who didn’t know what heartbreak cost or how bright a breaking light could shine. ⸻ [Refrain Motif — All, soft melody this time] Stardust on my fingers… Can’t wash it away. Stardust in the silence… Still whispers my name. ⸻ [Fragment III — Skye] I kept a box of everything we lost. Ticket stubs, old ribbons, setlists from shows where the speakers crackled and no one cared if we missed a step. You laughed so loud — I swear the moon tilted just to hear you better. (pause) Funny how the smallest nights are the ones that stay. ⸻ [Instrumental Bridge — floating synths, pulsing heartbeat rhythm] (Harmonized humming swells, like a memory forming and dissolving.) ⸻ [Fragment IV — Raye, spoken over harmonies] Maybe we were never meant to hold on to the golden hours. Maybe we were only meant to carry the dust of them — the pieces that cling long after the light moves on. And that’s enough. It has to be. ⸻ [Final Refrain — All, layered like overlapping memories] Stardust on my fingers— (Still calling my name.) Stardust in the silence— (I’m not the same.) Stardust on my heartbeat— (It’s where I began.) Stardust in my memory— (And still I stand.) ⸻ [Outro — All, round-style overlapping harmonies] Where we started… We carry… Where we’re going… Still shining… Where we were… Where we are… Stardust… stardust… Stardust… The harmonies fade like the tail of a comet.
