

I found a map inside the
static sky... No roads,
no names... only
light.
Every window in the city wears a different moon,
Flickering in fragments through the dust of June.
I was counting satellites that nobody could see,
Building little kingdoms from abandoned frequency.
All the towers bend like flowers in electric rain,
Holding up the silence,
never speaking of the pain.
We are passing through each other like reflections on a train,
Leaving fingerprints of starlight on the glass and on the grain.
If the world forgets our names tonight,
Let it keep the echoes.
Let it keep the light.
We're just borrowed constellations,
Burning through a borrowed dark.
Tiny sparks inside the engine,
Tiny prayers inside the spark.
And if morning pulls us under,
If the oceans take the shore,
Leave a lantern in the distance— We'll become the sky once more.
There are gardens made of memory beneath the avenue,
Growing through the concrete where impossible things grew.
I can hear the hidden river underneath the noise,
Singing ancient melodies through all the broken toys.
I was chasing after shadows that were older than the sun,
Learning every ending is another way begun.
In the architecture of the disappearing day,
Every loss becomes a language,
every silence finds a way.
If the world forgets our names tonight,
Let it keep the echoes.
Let it keep the light.
We're just borrowed constellations,
Burning through a borrowed dark.
Tiny sparks inside the engine,
Tiny prayers inside the spark.
And if morning pulls us under,
If the oceans take the shore,
Leave a lantern in the distance— We'll become the sky once more.
Oh-oh,
beyond the wires...
Oh-oh, beyond the noise...
There is something still alive.
Maybe every star is only someone's unfinished song,
Still arriving centuries after they are gone.
Maybe every heart is just a lighthouse in disguise,
Throwing coded messages into indifferent skies.
And somewhere past the static,
Past the signal and the sea,
There is a place where all the vanished things Return as melody.
We're just borrowed constellations,
Turning dust to living gold.
Carrying invisible fires Through the silence and the cold.
And when all the maps are folded,
When the final circuits glow,
Leave a lantern in the distance— We'll become the light we know.
No roads...
no names... Only light...
Only light.