[Intro] (Bright 80s synth brass, driving drum machine, sweeping cinematic pad) [Verse 1] Walking past the limestone where the heavy shadows fall Into the great green sanctuary waiting for us all I used to watch the skyline turn from silver into gold Before the autumn evening starts to run a little cold The reservoir is perfectly reflecting all the light A million scattered diamonds at the edge of the night Now it’s just the willow trees and a symphony of sound The gentlest kind of magic that a person ever found [Chorus] I’m catching the glow, right in the middle of the park! A shimmering island pushing back against the dark With the leaves turning yellow and a cinematic grace A quiet constellation in a very crowded space Yeah, the hour is fading but the beauty still remains In the heart of the city, running through the neon veins! [Verse 2] I remember the carriage wheels rolling steady on the path The statues made of copper in the quiet aftermath I’m just a silent traveler looking up into the sky Watching all the migratory birds slowly flying by If you wanted a miracle on a Saturday eve You just have to look around and allow yourself to breathe Now the buildings are glowing in a fluorescent cloud And the pulse of the island is beating out loud [Chorus] I’m catching the glow, right in the middle of the park! A shimmering island pushing back against the dark With the leaves turning yellow and a cinematic grace A quiet constellation in a very crowded space Yeah, the hour is fading but the beauty still remains In the heart of the city, running through the neon veins! [Bridge] (Tempo pulls back into a half-time groove, dreamy and echoing) The Great Lawn is open, the twilight is deep The avenues are rushing but the meadow is asleep It’s a fragile perfection, a moment in time A beautiful rhythm in a metropolitan rhyme [Guitar Solo] (Soaring, melodic 80s pop guitar solo with heavy delay and chorus) [Chorus] I’m catching the glow, right in the middle of the park! A shimmering island pushing back against the dark With the leaves turning yellow and a cinematic grace A quiet constellation in a very crowded space Yeah, the hour is fading but the beauty still remains In the heart of the city, running through the neon veins! [Outro] Hold onto the light. Walk under the trees. (Bright 80s synth brass fades out over a ringing bell)
