Spinning Through the Last Light

[Pre-Chorus]
We spin through the last light of the day,
A silent dance in the empty air,
Every heartbeat echoes in the frame,
Where time slips through the cracks of our fate
[Chorus]
Filling the blanks with borrowed sound,
A symphony of what we’ve known,
Whispers of the end in every note,
We drift through the echoes of the soul