Midnight echoes on the avenue, taxi lights paint stories in blue, From the fire escapes to the corner bars, every heartbeat says: this is who we are. Sidewalk dreams in worn-out shoes, neon faith, nothing left to lose, Every block got a voice, every voice got a fight, we don’t sleep, we just sharpen the night. Billboards preaching heaven and gold, while the streets keep the truth untold, I came here small with a pocket of hope, now I’m learning how to walk that rope. They said, “If you make it here, you’re made of fire”, but nobody tells you about the wire. Between falling down and learning to fly, that’s where the city teaches you why. After the lights go down, we rise, still chasing sparks in concrete skies, from broken nights to morning sound, this city lifts us off the ground. Hands up high, hear the streets sing loud, we were lost, now we’re found. After the lights go down — we stay, ’cause dreams don’t sleep in this place. Cold nights, warm souls in crowded rooms, hope smells like rain and cheap perfume, every failure etched into stone, every win feels like coming home. Sirens sing like a twisted choir, ambition dancing with desire, you learn quick what you’ll defend, and who you are when the money ends. Yeah, the crown’s heavy, the road’s unfair, but we breathe belief in the midnight air, if this town breaks you, it builds you too, that’s the deal — and we sign it true. After the lights go down, we rise, still chasing sparks in concrete skies, from broken nights to morning sound, this city lifts us off the ground. Hands up high, hear the streets sing loud, we were lost, now we’re found, after the lights go down — we stay, ’cause dreams don’t sleep in this place. Piano low, let it breathe, every soul got something to prove, from the rooftops to the subway lines, we write our names between the signs. Say it loud if you still believe, say it twice if you’re barely free, this city hears the quiet cries, and turns them into battle cries! After the lights go down, we rise, kings and queens of the sleepless nights, no matter how many times we fall, we stand tall — we stand tall. After the lights go down — we stay, tomorrow’s calling us by name, from the dark to the morning sound, this city never lets us down. When the lights go down… The dream wakes up.
