синтетический огонь

Midnight on the boulevard,

the engine hums

Chasing down the runner that your ghost becomes The rain is hitting

the windshield in a steady groove

Every street light is reflecting how I want to move But you’re

not next

to me.

I see your face in the store window displays Flickering out through

the late-night purple haze I reach my hand out to touch your

skin But the glass is cold

where the dream lets go.

And you’re just a projection in the dark A beautiful illusion leaving

a spark I’m running through a city built of glass

Trying to make a phantom memory last Oh,

you look so real...

But you’re a projection.

I’ve got your favorite mixtape on a loop tonight

Driving past the places where we got it right

Now the dashboard clock is ticking backward in my head

Rewinding every single word we never said Before the screen

went

blank.

Yeah, I see your face in the store window displays Flickering out

through the late-night purple haze I reach my hand out to touch

your skin But the glass is cold

where the dream lets go.

And you’re just a projection

in the dark A beautiful illusion leaving a spark I’m running through

a city built of glass

Trying to make a phantom memory last Oh,

you look so

real...

But you’re a projection.

Are you a projection of my own mind?

Or did we leave a piece of us behind?

Fade into the static,

melt into the light... (fade...)

And you’re just a projection

in the dark

A beautiful illusion leaving a spark

I’m running through a city built of glass

Trying to make a phantom memory last Oh,

you look so real!

But you’re a projection.

Just a projection... Flickering out...

In the midnight air.