✨ Verse 1 Shadows flicker on the chrome‑blue floor, Signals breathing through the open door. I feel the static tracing over my skin, A quiet whisper pulling me back in. Neon particles drift in slow motion, Like coded dreams inside a frozen ocean. Pre‑Chorus Fragments of light dissolve in the air, Glitches of memories hanging somewhere. Your silhouette bends in the ultraviolet glow, A secret rhythm only we seem to know. Chorus We’re drifting in neon ghost frequencies, Lost between the pulse of your energy. Gravity breaks as you’re calling me through, A shimmering world made of static and you. --- Verse 2 Granular echoes fall like digital rain, Soft harmonics weaving through my veins. Your voice floats weightless, haunting and slow, A spectral signal in the afterglow. Binary winds are carving your name, A phantom code I’ll never tame. Pre‑Chorus Fragments of light dissolve in the air, Glitches of memories hanging somewhere. Your silhouette bends in the ultraviolet glow, A secret rhythm only we seem to know. Chorus We’re drifting in neon ghost frequencies, Lost between the pulse of your energy. Gravity breaks as you’re calling me through, A shimmering world made of static and you. --- Bridge — Extended In the silence between the waves, I hear the truth the darkness saves. A coded heartbeat, soft and low— You’re the place where all signals go. Through fractured time, through shifting lines, You pull me past the fault in my design. Every echo, every spark, Leads me deeper into your dark. --- New Section — “Digital Interlude” (spoken/whispered) Fragments align… Harmonics collide… Your shadow rewrites the night. I follow the pulse… I follow the noise… Into the place where silence becomes light. --- Final Chorus — Extended We’re drifting in neon ghost frequencies, Falling through electric destinies. Hold me inside your luminous view, A shimmering world made of static and you. Through every glitch, I’m breaking through, Into the signal that leads me to you. --- Outro Fade into the glow… Fade into the sound… Two phantom hearts in a world unwound. Where the night breathes slow and the circuits bloom, I’ll meet you again in the neon gloom.
