(Verse 1) [Music: A pulsing, low-end bass line starts, joined by a soft drum machine kick.] Shadows stretch across the floor, A sanctuary behind the heavy door. Lace and silver, stained in gray, The colors that we find in the decay. A ghostly choir begins to rise, Reflected in our Kohl-rimmed eyes. (Chorus) [Music: The synths swell into a "washed out" pad sound; vocals become airy and layered.] We are the pulse in the velvet dark, A cold-wave fire, a dying spark. Ethereal whispers, static in the air, Lost in the beauty of a quiet despair. Drift on the tide of the darkling wave, Finding the life in the silence we crave. (Verse 2) [Music: High-register guitar arpeggios enter with heavy chorus and phaser effects.] The city screams in neon light, But we belong to the velvet night. Nihilistic dreams and romantic sighs, Underneath these ancient, heavy skies. No need for words, just the rhythm’s beat, Where the cold and the holy finally meet. (Bridge) [Music: The drums drop out, leaving only a shimmering synth and a faint, distorted whisper.] Washed in the reverb, lost in the delay, Watching the sunlight slowly fade away. (Fade away... fade away...) (Chorus) [Music: Full intensity—driving bass and soaring, ethereal vocals return.] We are the pulse in the velvet dark, A cold-wave fire, a dying spark. Ethereal whispers, static in the air, Lost in the beauty of a quiet despair. (Outro) [Music: The instruments peel away one by one, leaving only the pulsing bass line until it fades into static.] In the static... In the dark... We remain… With a spark.
