(Куплет 1)

Midnight fades into static, the clock stops its spin,

I trace the shadows of moments we left behind.

The city’s breathing in echoes, the neon tells lies,

We’re caught in a loop between time and goodbyes.

(Пре‑хорус)

Can you hear the signal fading?

Every second’s rewriting the past.

We’re just fragments of data,

In a world that was never built to last.

(Припев)

We are the agents of time, chasing the ghost in the wire,

Running on memories that burn like a cold fire.

No map, no compass, just static and light,

We rewrite the future by losing the fight.

(Куплет 2)

A transmission from nowhere, a frequency lost,