[Intro] [Verse 1] The line of eyeshadow melts into the darkness, His voice, a burning cry in the live house. The trap of high heels, securing the front row, My everything is him, on that stage. [Chorus] The traces of dreams, repeated after every show, His figure there, protecting me. A night sparkling with sweat and tears, The illusion of his visuals, my everything. [interlude] [Verse 2] The sound of his guitar, plucked by long fingers, The magic of its refrain, piercing my heart. A glimpse of his smile, through the poster's gap, I want to be trapped, in his world. [Bridge] My heart races, as I line up in the queue, His eyes, shining in the distance, unseen. But it's alright, that flame is my light, Their sound, my path. [Chorus] The traces of dreams, repeated after every show, His figure there, protecting me. A night sparkling with sweat and tears, The illusion of his visuals, my everything. [Outro] Tomorrow too, I want to be the wind that he allows, Chasing after him, my only wish. As long as their music plays, I will live on, eternally.
