Arrangement: © Preston Ni. Copyright © Preston Ni. All rights reserved. This song is about how time moves quickly, how memories fade, and the search for meaning after years of routine. It reminds us to embrace our authentic self. [Verse] Footsteps tapping down the empty street, City's alive but it skips a beat. Faces blur like a fleeting thought, Chasing something we already caught. [Prechorus] Lights are flickering like a game, All the rules keep changing names. [Chorus] It's the midnight parade, Where the lost come to play. Every heart on display, It's the midnight parade. [Verse 2] Signs flash words we never read, Crowds move fast, but we stay instead. A laugh escapes like a runaway train, Out of our mouths, then gone again. [Prechorus] The air hums loud with something strange, Every glance feels rearranged. [Chorus] It's the midnight parade, Where the lost come to play. Every heart on display, It's the midnight parade. [Saxophone Solo] [Final Chorus] It's the midnight parade, Where the lost come to play. Every heart on display, It's the midnight parade. [End]
