A storefront’s glow, a whispered prayer of warmth,
The hush of footsteps fading into wet pavement,
Lost in a city that never knew my name,
Yet carried me in the hush of its endless motion
A storefront’s glow, a whispered prayer of warmth,
The hush of footsteps fading into wet pavement,
Lost in a city that never knew my name,
Yet carried me in the hush of its endless motion
Living in space around you, without time to master,
Drifting between memory and the city's embrace,
Where past and present blur in neon reflections,
And home is a moment that never fades.
Living in space around you, without time to master,
Drifting between memory and the city's embrace,
Where past and present blur in neon reflections,
And home is a moment that never fades.