Lyrics
On rooftops, we dance with moonbeams, Our laughter echoing through forgotten dreams. The cityscape, a canvas for our desires, As raindrops write poetry on cobblestone spires.
Life is strange, a kaleidoscope of hues, From first love’s blush to wrong turns we choose. We’re wanderers, seekers, lost souls in flight, Caught between memories and the edge of night.
Beneath the lamplights, secrets intertwine, Whispers of forgotten promises, a fragile lifeline. We trace the cracks in old vinyl records, Lost melodies that echo across the records.
We collect fragments of sunsets in mason jars, Chasing constellations, mapping out the stars. In this carnival of existence, we ride the carousel, Moments spinning, unraveling stories to tell.
Life is strange, a kaleidoscope of hues, From first love’s blush to wrong turns we choose. We’re wanderers, seekers, lost souls in flight, Caught between memories and the edge of night.
We write our names on foggy windowpanes, Trace the outlines of our pain, our gains. In this vast universe, we’re stardust and dreams, Navigating the currents of life’s flowing streams.
Life is strange, a kaleidoscope of hues, From first love’s blush to wrong turns we choose. We’re wanderers, seekers, lost souls in flight, Caught between memories and the edge of night.
28 авг 2024
