(Verse 1) Weightless in the afterglow, colors melt and overflow, I’m carried by a rhythm only midnight seems to know. Silhouettes of memories, soft as whispers in the haze, I’m walking through a world that’s trapped between the days. (Pre-Chorus) And I don’t know if I’m breathing, Or if the sky is just pretending… But everything is shining through me, Pulling me deeper into— (Chorus) —This dreamscape drift, where the air feels thin, And the echoes glow like a violin. I’m floating through a melody I swear I’ve heard before, Not sure if I’m dead, or dreaming, or high anymore. Caught in a place where the heart can’t lie, Weightless as the world goes by. I’m drifting through the sound, through the soft afterglow, And I don’t need to know… I don’t need to know. (Verse 2) Golden waves of memory break gently at my feet, Faces fading in and out like strangers I might meet. Time dissolves around me, every second feels the same, A carousel of galaxies that whisper out my name. (Pre-Chorus) And I don’t know if I’m falling, Or if the stars are slowly calling… But every note is pulling through me, Leading me deeper into— (Chorus) —This dreamscape drift, where the air feels thin, And the echoes glow like a violin. I’m floating through a melody I swear I’ve heard before, Not sure if I’m dead, or dreaming, or high anymore. Caught in a place where the heart can’t lie, Weightless as the world goes by. I’m drifting through the sound, through the soft afterglow, And I don’t need to know… I don’t need to know. (Bridge) Is this real life? Is this borrowed time? Am I breaking open, or am I crossing lines? Every heartbeat sounds like stardust, Every thought dissolves like trust— Yet I rise, rise, rise… (Final Chorus) In this dreamscape drift, where the shadows spin, And the truth feels close as my own skin. I’m floating through a melody I swear I’ve lived before, Still not sure if I’m dead, or dreaming, or high anymore. But maybe that’s the beauty of the light I feel, Maybe what’s unreal is the most real. So I’m drifting through the sound, through the soft afterglow— And I don’t need to know… I don’t need to know.
